A LESSON ON MEDITATIVE MIND
Hungry mind feasting on words.
Cloud in the mountains,
The river fast and deep.
Stillness comes,
But not silence.
Silence is the wing,
Mind the eye
Of that red kite
In the valley below.
All the busy roads
Are laid out below her,
Yet she follows none,
But sees everything.
—
simonhlilly 
Fabulous… I can hear the silence.
Thanks, kenza.
A fine piece.
Thanks, Ben
🙂