6325 Poem  

Silence stillness quiet rather whatever it is called is peaceful. The ambiguous ambiance of the room ringing like a singing bowl in your ears. Pleasantry presents drowning away thinking thoughts fear worry anxiety rather the noise that is called- I can’t say but- the opponent of our hero peaceful.

Sun shimmering across your face from outside or the view from a window on a spring morning. Sitting on your porch as the neighbor’s loving dog approaches you for pets. Or the cat lying asleep on your lap both resting in bed. That is the silence, the stillness the quiet of our hero peaceful.