In the humdrum city, there is a temple.
A line of beggars outside,a priest within.
Everywhere, the noise of asking.

Quiet: the far away wood.
Unheard: the hungry bird.
Sublime: the sunset not witnessed.

The devoted see the tainted treasure no one knows is lost.
No needy prayers gather on their lips.
In the midst of noise
they are our silence.

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Mind is the closest thing to our Reality...Be careful how you use it. Businessman, yogi, teacher, addicted to laughing...