The Silence Treatment

Take a cloth to my forehead

Let’s call it stillness

Lift a cup to mouth

Drink the broth of quietude

Little black imps

jump in my mind

So I give myself

The silence treatment

This world is full of suffering

No need to cause myself anymore

Love and care involves just

Stopping

And being still.


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