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CREPUSCULE

CREPUSCULE

Silence and small sounds
Nestle like peas in a pod
Sharing is good – Thanks

THE WORD OF GOD

THE WORD OF GOD

W ords cease

O ver and done with

R est now in

D ivine

S ilence

WHO SAID THAT?

Words become a burden and fall away.

SPEECHLESS

We do not listen with our tongues and we certainly don’t hear with them.

STILL II

STILL

An idle mind
Is our saviour
While distracted
Leads us astray

DON’T MIND ME

DON’T MIND ME

Mine’s a simple one
And so easily confused
Mind my own business

GLIMPSE

GLIMPSE

Nightfall breathes a sigh
The day’s chatter drops away
Clarity revealed

THAT SENSE OF JOY

THAT SENSE OF JOY

Forever find joy
At the centre of silence
For this is your home

SCHRÖDINGER’S JHANA

SCHRÖDINGER’S JHANA

This point of balance,
Poised indeterminately,
Awaits the next breath.

WORDLESSNESS

WORDLESSNESS

Music is calling
Close your eyes and use your ears
Time to travel blind

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