Wednesday 17 February 2010

TICK-TOCK

Between the tick-tock of time's strict clock,
Dwells Silence, too quick for monkey-mind to catch,
And unlock soul's bolted door by heart's sealed latch.
By prayerful Self Enquiry one needs knock,
Or else the door stays solid like a rock.
Real Silence is too hard for mind to match,
As Quietness of the mind's a God-like patch,
Green pastures and still waters that mind can't catch.

Pilgrim wished to rest in Silence of the Heart,
His monkey-mind was too mischievous by far,
He fired an arrow of attention for a start,
It landed in Real Silence, no mind could mar.
To reach True Silence of the Heart dear friend,
Self Enquiry's the beginning and the end!

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