The Sound of Musing

Silence has internal silence that keeps the soul with so many muses. These muses are sounds of existence; bad or good. Silence with thoughts and speeches without meaning is what animals live.

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I am an ear,

My mind’s radar.

I am all ears:

In silence.

The wind has a voice.

It rustles, it whispers,

It is understood,

Speaking of wasteland

Rejuvenated,

Of rivers running clear,

Of myriad darkness revealed.

I hear pleasant songs

Of everything;

Still the world’s

Not so nice for me.

I lie down lonely to sleep.

While walking on

Meadows green,

I fall from vertigo to grief.

Is it the lack of lucre?

No, more want of wit.

Is it the fear of death?

Not at all!! Cheerless faith.

I am an ear,

Auditory organ,

Buffeted by sound,

Touching my thinking.

And this is the life I lead:

Animal existence.