The cobweb of complex thoughts,
Entangles every breath, every moment,
Blurring the very reality,
And assuming the unreal,
Making the cobweb more and more entangled.
Such are the perplexities of being human,
Randomly oscillating, and colliding,
With self, and with others,
Creating a noise, a raucous,
A crass cacaphony,
One that reverberates incessantly,
In places it shouldn’t.
Pause a little,
Take a deep breath,
Hold it and sense it,
Disentangle the mesh,
Slowly and patiently,
Cutting down the noise,
Disturbances of all kinds,
And enjoying finally,
The sound of silence.
Trance Series 