Inner Realm
__cloistered nook__
Into the dark corner of thy world, cosmos,
A tiny space, dark and earnest, namely cave,
Do I wish a shelter, a harborage.
A secret place where light doth furtively peep,
Birds donot bliss with joy of day and night.
The souls of silent solitaire meet not,
A place of utter aloneness and quietude.
In the graveyard of arcadian Stillness,
Where breeze blows without prop and patronage.
The boon and blessing do I seek from Thee.
A desert, a forest or rocky womb,
Away away from the pectus of happiness,
From Hurly-burly of somatic life.
A death pure death to hopping mind, entity.
Only silence will be the syllogism,
State.
With Thy altitudinous chord, mercy.
Let me sleep eternally onto thy cloistered nook.
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