The whistling of the wind isn’t very loud compared to the thoughts that drown the silent mind.
Ever so loud but, not a sound is made unto, the thoughtless the noise never goes away.
Can you hear me are you listening or is it my word are just drifting away into space without time or without a place.
Calm as the sea but, raging like the hurricanes wind understanding that thoughts can be harmless.
Then again sometimes a threat.
Unique is the mind we all must say a thought is formed from that idea makes a change.
Silent still is a mind that’s not put to good use.
Silent is the mind when the screws are a little loose.