When you be empty within,
The sound of silence descends,
Completely mysterious,
For its nature,
And paradoxical,
For emerging from silence.

Be empty,
And hollow within,
To relist the sound of all sounds,
Slowly it descends,
You be silent,
And slowly various noises,
From far and wide,
Find their way,
To reach you,
And as they come,
As they go,
Then remains an emptiness,
In and out,
And then begins,
The eternal music profound.

You hear the hear itself,
You listen the listening,
Starting unstruck,
Without a beginning,
And without an end,
And before long enough,
Becomes one with you,
A music start crickets-like,
Has a journey way beyond,
To fill thy heart,
Of the divine melody.

 


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