Still, fill it up?*

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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