Group 10 — Some Short Visions

On a stormy night, in midnight dark, I stepped along a road Aided only by the dim circular light of my feeble torch; Stumbling half blindly along the ups and downs of my limited world, My limited vision affirming, asserting the limitation of my road. Then an instant, a flash of bright lightening Blinded me with a vision of the immense landscape about me. As though a dream awakened me from yet a deeper dream, Affirmed by the thundering roar, shaking me to my senselessness And back to the darkness of the deeper dream of my limited reality; Yet the blinding vision burned upon my eyes, etched into my fading memory. Dumbfounded I walked my path, not knowing if in a dream Or awakened from a dream with a thunderous scream All I would do was walk with a vision in my memory Awaiting perhaps another blinding flash, perhaps the sunrise.

Train of thoughts fades into a chatter of mind This development, to the soul is unkind An incessant haze that turns my mind blind Meditative silence, the only refuge I find.

How many speeches in murmur drown, How many books senselessly go on and on, Why have we fallen in love with our tongue Ladder of words we climb rung by rung? In a pasture, covered by cow dung We drown the angelic silent song!

Through my fatigue I may collapse And let some time in sleep elapse All my fatigue, mental straps One by one, sleep snaps. Sleep appears like mental lapse A trip without guide or maps; Into the unconscious, my mind taps And gifts divine it unwraps Through my dreams, heals mishaps Refreshed awakens, perhaps.

Everyone strives to just be heard Yet nobody thought or spared A moment of silence to listen. How can anybody be heard If in this world nobody cared To keep quiet and listen? The toughest thing ever declared Stop being a singing bird But like a lynx, eagerly listen. Divine power is only shared With those who held their tongue and dared To be still, observe, listen. Silence is wheat, silence is bread Silence will not easily spread It takes effort to just listen.