Musings on Silk

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Shaking voice, lethargic soul, trembling breath, on a dark night,

Sweet incense wafts, sincere voice of bosom friend,

Silimar to the singing of crystal bowls and temple bells.


Animal spirits, watching through, a comforting embrace.

Quietens my heart.


Love filled song and musical streams,

Deepens my breath woven with slowliness of a moment.


Calmness breeds clarity.

Sole crescent moon in the sky, with the wave of my palm i see starry sky twinkling bright.


Every breath, my soul revives,

Trueness and love, my heart preserve.

Hope threads weave, embroidering musings on silk,

Serenity found, heart and mind.

Serenity found, heart and mind

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