The quieter life gets,
The more I am filled with music,
The noisier it gets,
The silence is deafening.
The race isn’t mine,
I am born to wander…
I am restless when I work,
So, I only do what I love,
And the less I do, the more I see,
Unseeingly,
I know many things,
These aren’t life’s lessons,
They come from behind closed eyes,
In that stillness of desire,
The music plays again,
I can’t lose it for money,
Or for any worldly gain,
No, I can’t drop my consciousness,
How can I?
Life is only living when I cease to be ‘me’.
3 comments:
life is when u are "U".
when i am working
i am not "me",
it is the shadow
which is visible
when the Sun is over my Head..
....
"The noisier it gets,
The silence is deafening."
Very Profound.. Loved it.. :)
After a long gap I am lucky to enjoy the verses from a thoughtful poet..!
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