46.The Watchman Penance

All is silent, divinely quiet

Inside this sacred abode

Of the sun.

Within this hushed rapture,

Unity dawns upon my isolation

From a heart quenching melody.

It carves my benign being

Into a shapeless form;

A part and parcel of the whole.

Like a delicate sway in the breeze

Filling the essence of all

With songs of spring.

Like a pure rhapsody of unison,

Everything emerges as nothing.

There only remains a soothing salve

Of harmonious flow,

Floating on a flutter of joy.