The seeker’s heart is always silent.
Soaring in her own thought
of what life is becoming.
The seeker’s heart is always firm
For in her silence
she carries her world.
Deep down inside, she knows
Life is only a matter of time
and endless perseverance…
The seeker’s heart is always serene.
It has eyes that no one can see,
and ears that no one can whisper.
Her mind is preserved in serenity,
sanctified with resilience.
She knows what she wants,
and she chose what she becomes.
She sees with her heart,
and listen with her brain.
She feels with her heart,
and speaks with her mind.
She cares with her soul,
and loves with her heart-
wholesome and righteous,
handsome and courteous
For the Seeker knows
the essence of her silence…
the beauty of her existence…
and the little wisdom
it beholds.
*** Cover art by Nicola Fioravanti on Unsplash
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