Still, fill it up?*
What is so pure, whiter than milk?
Smooth is its texture like woven silk
Still without movement to the naked eye
Clouds without effort move in the sky
A peaceful feeling, harmonious all around
Silence the twin of stillness, there is no sound
No root has attached, nothing to cling
A purest form of freedom, this it brings
Have you ever felt that you have no being
But only the eyes inside of you that are seeing
Hence then if this is the case then you have become still
You have now added nothingness to emptiness to fill
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