The Silence that I Seek

Those brief spaces of quiet that exist
between the gentle rustle of leaves

The silence that methodically recurs
between the drip-drip of dripping water

The dark stillness that grips a pitch-black night
descending nonchalantly on souls fast asleep

The quiet that marks the culmination of
a temple bell’s prolonged intense drone

These spells of silence, these brief pauses
punctuating the endless monotony of chaos

It’s this comforting quiet I seek
This enticing silence I seek

Ah, but how easily this stillness eludes me
Like the legendary love of the fairy tales

Like the dew that seems to have found its place
but slides off a leaf in a most unexpected moment

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