life, Love, poetry, SpirtualSilence August 27, 2021 Tanya'sopinion Silence a shrine, where unfolds myriad tiny miracles; obscure to that naked eye. Whispers of souls are forever captured in the turquoise mosaics of stillness. A sudden shrill, the prayer and the pilgrim dries up. Share this:ShareFacebookEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Tanya'sopinion A teacher by profession, a poet by heart and a traveler by love View all posts by Tanya'sopinion
This is just very beautiful. Only in the stillness inside does the infinite awaken. . So true. So very well expressed. Loading... Reply
Thanks a lot, I’m glad you liked it! Without silence there can’t be awakening, true! Loading... Reply
Beautiful poem. ❤
Thanks Drac!
This is just very beautiful. Only in the stillness inside does the infinite awaken. .
So true. So very well expressed.
Thanks a lot, I’m glad you liked it! Without silence there can’t be awakening, true!
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