In The
Quiet Cloisters of Your Soul
In
the quiet cloisters of your soul
You
walk silently---listening---dreaming---
Wisps
of hidden incense draw you on:
Silken
threads---gossamer strands of peace
Palatable
to the inner searching spirit in you
Calling
you onward---
And
to lands unknown but long desired
Upon
which the spirit feeds:
It
is its haven---and its essential sustenance
The
day unravels---
You
hear the intrinsic music---
Its
silver sound within ‘the things which are not’
As
it reveals its inner treasure---
You
walk on---
Silently
through the quiet cloisters of your soul
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