In the rush of activity
the silence is there
Waiting, for the moment,
The trigger, that
stops the churn
And rushes the emptiness
upon you.
Like a desperate beggar
best avoided
Until everything begs
To bring the poverty
of your busyness
to view.
Then, how do you,
recover?
How do you,
distract?
Meaningless activity
has left you only
Drained and disconnect,
nothing to expect,
Only silence.
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