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Patience, 

Slow as molasse ,

Pays Tribute, 

To it’s sweet reward,

Praise be to silence, 

Where all ideas originate, 

Fill me twice, 

Empty me thrice, 

Treat life like a test, 

For each empty question,

Focused silence brings answers, 

I let myself die,

To return to the state, 

I once was / now am, 

That comforting silence, 

Lack of anything. 

This is something to strive for, 

Parts of a sum become a whole,

A story writes itself in silence, 

A message in a bottle knows where it’s going, 

But not to whom,

A message in prayer knows not where it’s going, 

But to who it seeks, 

Be Quiet! Let Unknown pull you to where it fancies! 

Like us, 

A bear seeks the honey of love, 

While the bees wait patiently, 

Their thorns ready to sting, 

Endure the thorn, 

To appreciate the rose bud!

Brief moment passing, 

Bountiful lesson lasting, 

Each moment holds a lesson, 

Quiet down now, 

It’s up to us to hear it! 

Even if, 

We’ve heard it again and again, 

Quiet down now, 

Succumb to its wisdom, 

O Stoic Flame, 

In our plights, 

You reveal our Light, 

O blown out ember,

You fight a little more, 

Akin to the thrashing sunset, 

Or the last breath, 

We all end the same, 

In enveloping silence, 

O moderation! 

Flame is beauty in pints, 

Yet a destroyer in gallons, 

Turn away from both, 

It takes only a cup to harden the soul, 

Throw away your ends and your beginnings! 

Consider them merely changes in your being!

So what if this or that form changes? 

Your essence can dilute, but never ages!

Like growth gone buckwild, 

The Collective is unaware of its many parts, 

Yet we exist all the same, 

Trying our very best, 

Dear,

Remember,

It’s all an cycle, 

It’s all connected within, 

Do know!

We all come back someday, 

Bearing great fruit stories, 

Yet!

We must leave in the first place, 

You see, 

Life is a wave, 

Full of crashing and receding,

Different heights, 

Under different effects,

Take a new pair of eyes,

From above it’s all indifferent, 

The same whole, 

Show courtesy,

Open your doors,

Perhaps they’ll open theirs, 

What happens next,
I cannot say, 

Ensure it remains a two way street!

Praise it, 

As it is, 

Not as it was,

An lesson now, 

An experience then, 

I drank all I could,

Yet in the presence of the Majesty,

Where my stumbling mattered,

It was like I didn’t drink at all, 

Keep on drinking the wine of life,

Beware!

The dregs of want!

Close your mind’s eye, 

The future is still baking, 

We are all instruments, 

External winds blow through us, 

Resonance with it, 

Curate your own wonders, 

Watch how you oscillate! 

Between all this talking, 

Dancing, 

Getting to know yous, 

Reality sits, 

Sit yourself and listen, 

Rejoice when the healed soul calls, 

“I am ready,

To face this monstrous sea,

For the lands hold vast treasures, 

Wherever they may be.”

Now what?

There’s that awaiting seed,

Yet no planter, 

Tend to it within yourself!

You can repeat those grim words a thousand times, 

And they will not change the situation as it is, 

However, 

You can choose to speak a thousand content words, 

And change the eyes that peer upon the situation, 

Peace is a habit, 

Without practice, it weakens, 

Go on, straightened it, 

The path you wish to take hurts,

As do muscles after a workout, 

Do remember, 

Explore both sides,

In doing so, 

Define the middle, 

The truth lies within there, 

A little to the outside, 

To a tree bark lover, 

The leaves are mere distractions,

In the fall, they fall, 

Why should they stay, 

To lose yourself is scary,

To face winter alone is crazy, 

At the bottom of the stripped naked tree what does it have?

Itself,

As do you, 

Send your leaves away, 

Find yourself, 

It is as though,

The presence of rightful inaction,

Spurs about, 

Spiteful action,

Remember to be non-attached:

Do not grab the slipping rope! 

For it’ll burn you,

Doing you more pain than its weight crashing down,