In
Silence
(imprisoned splendour)
The thing we all
know
But constantly
ignore
For fear of the
unknown
Is the Voice of
the Silence,
In all, high and
low,
The counsel of
Light
From that inmost
centre
That knows the
way to go.
Blocked by attachments,
Comfortable assessments,
Shouted down by
desire,
Clouded by glamours,
Blacked out by
fear,
Stricken we sicken,
Unless comes to
the inner ear
The Voice of the
Silence
By which we hear
The means of liberation.
