In stillness;
In silence,
In illness
Without violence.
In sombre,
Semi-dormant wonder
Shaken by a noiseless thunder.
In waning peace,
In the ebbing of pleasure,
Find release
In sweet surrender
To living torrents,
Carried by their guiding currents;
Existing within finite moments.
Steeped in tragedy,
Embroiled in drama,
In deepest melancholy,
Respect for karma
A shining light in time of need
When hope is nothing but a seed
Assailed by vicious, strangling weeds.
In brightest day,
In darkest night
Brook no delay
The end is in sight.
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