All that matters now
Is within the silence itself
All that moves me now
Is in the stillness itself
Prestigious garments in tatters
The beggar and the kings both return to dust
Precious gold losing its value away by its own worth
Infinite treasure hidden in plain sight
What use is the lamp to him that has no eyes to see?
And food is a word to one who has no heart to hear it?
How shall heavens bread sustain one who spits it out?
It is hard for the tender rain to gently wash you of your fears with your armor on.
Plough shares forged from rusty swords
Having lost the sharpness of their significance
Dulled by the awareness of benevolence
And we find true refuge in the castles keep of our defenselessness
Guarding our heart from becoming guarded
We let truth pillage us like a thief in the night
Of our treasured fears we held dearly
Only to awaken impoverished of the weight of our greed and ill will
Is the sacrifice of our delusions.

Nice poem .

DEEP

Find the King Then serve him till there is nothing left of you, but him.

Cool poem!!!