What words will voice humility

when silence is the only tongue

that captures apt ability

to scale truth’s ladder rung by rung?

To weave verbs with agility

will automatically attest

an arrogant fertility

to gather thoughts—though they be blessed,

they cannot pass the humble-test

unless the speaker’s mind is sure

it’s not the doer—God will nest

inside the heart of one who’s pure.

But in this age of selfishness

the atmosphere has tainted black

mind’s consciousness—it’s quite  mess:

unplumbedtranquility we lack!

I scribble thoughts, ironically,

that counteract themselves by specks

of wit that histrionically

will forfeit simple subtle treks

through soundless wisdom’s amber hall

aglow with luminosity—

a radiance enthralling all

that quenches curiosity

and leads to stillness deep within,

and hushes any need to speak.

Now all I writeexhibits sin!

The peak of peace is what I seek…

yet here, I scratch ink-words on white,

disturbingserene citadel

by carving concepts with this write—

each word, sword of an infidel.