Trust the silence,
Flooding the senses,
Like a vast, limitless ocean,
Tearing down,
Who you think yourself to be.
After all, the wise know,
The doubting mind,
Has no part in this.
Thoughts,
Are like pebbles in your shoes,
Which need emptying out,
Before you can take delight,
In a beautiful walk,
With the Beloved.
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