STILLNESS

Apart the circus of chaos and clutter,
the mind rides a carousel of images,
hearing serenity's beckoning calliope
tremor deep within the heart,
crying out for a sweet hush
to all the echoes of do
that resonate with guilt's notes
when a shhh comes from inner lips.

In the stillness of the soul
when complaint is muted by quiet,
which wraps its soothing scarf around the brain,
then a voice from intuition's solo
sings with light's stunning serenade.

So glad to partake the oasis of silence
whether it comes in hammocks, gardens or beaches,
for it is the soliloquy of tranquility's oneness,
only felt on cerebral meadows
where insight's ears can hear the slightest decibel
while forgetting the marching band,
parading through the head
from all the prattle in pressure
and clash of stress cymbals.