Quiet, my mind!
You speak so much that you drown out truth, reason and my focus.
You produce so much noise it becomes hard to think,
Quiet!
It's not everything you speak that is useful to me.
It's not everything you imagine that brings me peace
You fan flames of desires and thoughts that all turn cold
You bring imaginations that stretch beyond reason
You distract my reality and create fragments of fantasy
They sound so interesting but are not so real.
Quiet, my mind!
When in the place of solemnity, cannot you be sober?
When in the place of prayer, cannot you surrender?
When in the presence of the divine king, cannot you immediately shut up and let him speak?
Quiet!
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Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
