Quietude

Playing the rhythms of the emerald grass
As it stretches toward the heavens,
I find my separate peace.

Watching patiently as the dawn sinks to dusk
Each night,
I sing the moon my sweet lullaby.

Can you hear me,
Underneath the subtle hum of
Your busy mind?

Flowing weightlessly on nature’s outstretched hand,
Above the treetops,
Between the birdsongs,

Beside your heartbeats,
Around the stars,
Amid the multitudes of thoughts,

Diving deep into the chasms of treasures
Yet unbeknownst to man,
My dark eyes sing stories unforetold.

My words are too loud in your head.
Hiding between each note,
Each breath, each lustrous drop of sound —

I am the maestro of the sounds,
The orchestrator of the celestial symphony,
The sound of wisdom.

Thank You!

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