The Riddle
it has a name
in seven letters
three are vowels
the moment
you call
its name
it simply
disappears
it only requires
that you
meditate
upon it
when you
shut your
mouth
when you
stand still
when nothing
falls
even a leaf
when no one
walks
when no one
talks
when no one
bothers
the world
be it in the city
or on top
of the mountain
this state
of being exists
(the answer
is silence)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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