Silence

Remembering at last

That events are unreal

Just flying to nowhere

Dream tripping on thought

Landed

Face buried

In the breast of knowing

The silence is endless

Words run aground

On the shore of being

The inner becomes the outer

Peace dawns

In the stillness of the moment.

7/4/15

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