there are clouds here in the sky <br />where the gentle sun sinks; <br />and beside the tree on this hill <br />the inflorescence sways in the breeze <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />it is this silence and quiet that is peace <br />past one’s achievements <br />and one’s visions and affiliations and loyalties <br />and past the words we utter <br />and past the identity and comforts and security we crave; <br />it is this inward gentleness <br />in which the thoughts of the self cease <br />this is the precious pearl to which nothing else is equal<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-quiet/
