Into the black mist of silence
That surrounds the ever present plains of life
A walk on leads aside
To a stillness deep inside.
This mist hangs aloof
And yet invites all those who pass
Through the plains realizing
That they are all alone, en masse.
Hearts become still
As no thought does cross their minds
They gaze on in the black mist
Knowing not what they’ll ultimately find.
As the reverie siren blows
They aware of a culture of solitude
And the façade that they had created
To satiate their longing of brotherhood.
Some will spend more time
Understanding the existence of the other part
Of the truth that they have just uncovered
In the silent mist of the dark.
Others seeing clearly
Will know the truth at last
That although there is the existence of many
They together form a whole part.
Clear thought will render
Clear vision to those who grasp
The innate duality
Present as long as time lasts.
This silence is but the overture
Of the concerto of life
Those who understand it
Understand its music sublime.