The sprouting voice of creation,
The peaceful drop of silence;
All flow in the river of awakening.
Sights trouble, but words express.
The light enters
The vacuum, that resounds
With touch of understanding.
A well-built nest
Makes the twittering sounds
Its home.
The energy of created life
In a nest
Makes the wings
That propels and
Wins the battle against clouds.
Silence can never be silenced
If it is an awakening.
In the vibration of Om
The mantra of life lives.
The world can be painted
When you hear every hushed
Language of care.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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