THE SILENT LAND

 There's a silent land dwelling between laughter and tears,
Arising in our life of worldly dreams and needless fears.
It's not a barren wasteland but a fecund soil of growth,
Towards maturity of soul and one's Self, which beckon both.Move onto that precious goal of peace and Realisation,
The pure conscious promised state of blissful liberation.
Don't get caught in the wild jungle of conceptualisation,
Or become a wierd dictionary of vainest verbalisation.
Instead bathe in the cool blue sea of the silent land,
And feel the waters of Selfhood lap over body's sand.
It's the death of one's maddening morbid melancholia,
A new birth of ultimate happiness and sweet euphoria.
 So it's in the silent land we'll find our heavenly joy,
A state of blessed Being that will never wilt or cloy.