TICK-TOCK

[Guest guest]

Between the tick-tock of time's strict clock,

Dwells Silence, too quick for monkey-mind to catch,

And unlock soul's bolted door by heart's sealed latch.

By prayerful Self Enquiry one needs knock,

Or else the door stays solid like a rock.

Real Silence is too hard for mind to match,

As Quietness of the mind's a God-like patch,

Green pastures and still waters that mind can't catch.

 

Pilgrim wished to rest in Silence of the Heart,

His monkey-mind was too mischievous by far,

He fired an arrow of attention for a start,

It landed in Real Silence, no mind could mar.

To reach True Silence of the Heart dear friend,

Self Enquiry's the beginning and the end!