Whispers of the Void

In the hush between heartbeats,
Where thoughts cease their ceaseless race,
A teacher without form greets,
Offering wisdom, time, and space.

Stillness speaks in voiceless tones,
Revealing truths oft left unsaid,
In silence, the soul atones,
As illusions gently shed.

Each breath becomes a prayer,
Each moment, a sacred rite,
In quietude, we repair
The fractures caused by day’s flight.

The mind’s lake, once turbulent,
Now mirrors the boundless sky,
In calm, we grow reverent,
As inner depths catch our eye.

Oh silent sage, wordless guide,
Your lessons echo in the soul,
In your presence, we abide,
Finding peace that makes us whole.