Silent song you made.
Silent prayer to fade.
Silent time you prayed.
No more songs to sing,
No more time to think,
No more thoughts to face..
Last time to be left behind,
Last mind to carry through time..
Hmm...
No more lies to tell,
No more thoughts to make,
No more emptiness,
No more pain, only rest.
Now only the wise stand,
only warmth, only rest.
Personal reflections, random thoughts, mostly but not exclusively and unintentionally related to Buddhism and the spiritual path. More specifically, a lot of what is written here is influenced by my practice of Vipassana meditation as taught by S.N. Goenka.
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beautiful
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