Beneath the busy conquest of bliss; a calm exists -
A serene landscape of space; unpopulated expanse
Stands separate from the saturation of information,
That's infiltrating our terrain's tranquil lands.
Innocent yet incessant consumption of inspiration
Intended as the impetus of improvement,
Instead piles up perpetually, a well-meaning metropolis
Scraping the skies of our cognitive capacity.
Can we capitulate to silence?
To cease the construction and open to contemplation
Connect to the core, the fundamental source
That's been muted amidst the daily discourse,
Can we really listen, in fully engaged volition -
To what our intuition has diligently been discerning
The rich personal pastures of experiential learning.
Come back home to what is truly known,
Practices unpracticed, actions left idle,
Come back home to the lush stretch of truth
To: Simplicity. Openness. Freedom. Understanding
Come back home, to where your own wisdom is expanding.