Stillness and Self
The Art of Listening Within
There is a space
between what you say
and what you truly mean
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Live there for a while
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Let the noise fall away
like coats shrugged off
at the door of your own mind
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You are not empty
when you are alone
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You are gathering
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Every silent morning
polishes something unseen
inside your chest
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The world will knock
with its bright alarms
and urgent hands
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Answer it gently
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But keep a room within you
where nothing shouts
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Where your thoughts
sit cross-legged
and simply exist
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Stay there long enough
and you will remember
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You were never lost
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Only unheard. 🌿
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About the Creator
Aarsh Malik
I WAS SILENCED
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This is gorgeous, Aarsh. These particularly stood out to me: “Every silent morning polishes something unseen inside your chest” and “But keep a room within you where nothing shouts” The first landed in my chest - or, perhaps, tuned me in to the polishing & I could almost glimpse or grasp it. The second is a very needed reminder. Thank you for sharing these words ✨✨
so many unheard voices. Great piece 👏👏✨
what an encouraging piece
Well-wrought! This quiet place opens a way rather than being an end. How strange is it, but how wonderful, that we should be capable of experiencing totality from one finite point, friend? Yet we were put in that place to do just that, or so I often suspect.
thank you