The Volcano of Silence.

Incarcerating it feels in the Beginning
Biting Loneliness feeds on Infirmity
Self-Pity locks hands with Frustration
The Tunnel of Day Long and Empty…

Yet the Flint of Silence starts Working
Striking the Cold Dark Rocks of Inaction
Little by Little it sets them to Motion
Teaching them the Art of Self Concentration…

Hard does Silence Labour
Grunting Sweating in Ardour
Aligning the Heavyweights of Candour
To Face Inward and Make It Matter…

Gradually the Loneliness falls Pale
The Jailed-In Feeling gives up its Jail
Self-Pity laughs at its Dwarfness
Frustration unveils its braided Tresses…

The Sparks of Flints Deep UnSeen
Make their way to Regions Seen
The First Visions of The World Within
Catch The Eye of the Inner Bein’…

Silence Grinds the Rocks of Pity
Melts Them to Lava with Impunity
Shakes Hard the Matter In Bowels Deep
Throws Up The Unknown in a Sweep…

Frustration transforms to Mighty Formation
The Inner Eye Oversees the Fuel and Ration
Peace and Stoicism supplied in Full
Action starts Flowing from Nowhere Wonderful!

And Yet the Work of Silence Deep
Is Heard with Rumblings that Keep
Awareness of Whats Yet Hard to Seep
Vital and Physical resist the Leap…

They too soon taste the Potion
Vital and Physical too get Set in Motion
Emotions and Moods bloom to Fashion
The Glow of Body matches Inspiration…

The Volcano of Silence erupts not uncouth
Step by Step it Builds Up Youth
Into the remotest nooks of the Bein’
That prefer to Lay Unmoved Unseen…

This Volcano of Silence is Fortune of the Few
Who get bedded with Their Own Self Anew
Situations Tough Mark Opportunities New
Not Nothing but Everything is YOU…