8/10/10
O, blessed Silence
So often overlooked
For the gaze is more often upon the busyness of the day
And yet within this play, this race, this maze
Lies that which, without it
Would leave us all, merely as the wake
But this could never be the Truth
Of our present, forever depth; left to be discovered
As what holds everything together
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
O, blessed Silence
So often overlooked
For the gaze is more often upon the busyness of the day
And yet within this play, this race, this maze
Lies that which, without it
Would leave us all, merely as the wake
But this could never be the Truth
Of our present, forever depth; left to be discovered
As what holds everything together
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
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