Mask of the Void

Silence is now my wall from all around me,

There was a time when I used noise fight,

The world around me was just as noisy and I had to fight back,

But with that noise brought even more noise,

It continued till it became too much for my inner self,

So I decided to retreat into my self,

Into the void that has always been there,

A self that has a body but no face,

Still he listens, sees but speaks nothing,

When he does the ears of the listener will not hear,

The voice will be within the head,

He exists in the fringes of my self,

the path that every one follows he does not,

he uses the fringes to move,

I am him and he is what protects me,

He wears the mask of the void,

The void that I now use in my work,

Within the void is a space where everything exists,

With zen I am able to find the true ideas I need,

This is what lost a long time and now have found,

I am safe.

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