I've had enough of sleepless nights,
of my unspoke grief,
of my tired wisdom.
Come my treasure,
my breath of life
come and dress my wounds
and be my cure.
Enough of words.
Come to me without a sound
Silence is the sea, and speech is like the river. The sea is seeking you: don’t seek the river. Don’t turn your head away from the signs offered by the sea.
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