• puropoetesa 23w

    I heard the unsaid

    Voices innumerable,

    Noises even more,

    What to hear,

    And what to ignore,

    Perplexes the mind,

    Petrified to unscramble,

    The entire spectrum,

    Superimposed, and intersecting,

    Making a cobweb,

    An unsolved labyrinthine.

    The breath comes to rescue,

    And brings a sense of calm,

    The stillness inside opens up,

    The perception of sensible sounds,

    As one hears the unsaid,

    The voice of the soul.