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The Rise of Blissful Silence
Bees are humming—the rose’s heart
Stirs—morning is bright—
A golden buzz is precious art
Blessing me through the night.
The flute is calling from far away.
The shepherd plays his sweet tune—
The notes of birds begin the day
Humbly banishing the silver moon.
The harp commences its gentle sweep
Where curtains of ivy now hang.
Winds rush through the caverns deep
Where voices of moss once sang.
The bell is tolling its silver chime
Vibrating every stone, every tree,
Echoing with the rings of time
Reminding me that my soul is free.
The river rushes, washing wild
The walls of memory swept away—
Thou art my father; I am Thy child
Thy love abounds and blesses my day.
The ocean is roaring its thundering hour
And rocking the sleeping shore.
Its majestic voice full-throated with power—
Singing forever at my own heart’s door.
In the promise of the soundless sound,
The mighty Om rises strong and clear—
The music of the stars remains uncrowned,
As blissful silence falls on my inner ear.
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