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dull grey sky this morning
its eyelids are heavy
perhaps it will weep
~
brain is singing its song –
its silvery silence, in harmony
with the aum-m-m-m-m-m-m…
in the heart
nameless name
voiceless voice
unstruck chords
celestial silence
Life is a singing beatland
~
echoes from emptiness 
“celestial silence”…
slumber… peace…serenity…contentment
the power of words transmitting a state of the soul
(correspondence between macro and microcosm)
Gladness too!
~ m