“Within the clamor, a refuge lies, Where silence paints the inner skies. No spoken word, no hurried pace, But gentle truths, in quiet space. The whispering sanctuary calls, Where fear dissolves, and doubt enthralls No more. A language, soft and low, A secret peace, where spirits grow.”

“The Whispering Sanctuary of Stillness”

Look The world may clamor, loud and bold,


But in my heart, a story’s told.
A quiet space, where thoughts reside,


The voice of silence, my own guide.
It speaks in whispers, soft and deep,
Secrets that the shadows keep.


A language only I can hear,
Washing away all doubt and fear.
The rush of life, it fades away,
As silence paints a brand new day.
No need for words, no need to strive,


Just in this quiet, I feel alive.
It speaks in whispers, soft and deep,
Secrets that the shadows keep.


A language only I can hear,
Washing away all doubt and fear.
The world outside may rush and turn,


But in this stillness, lessons learn.
A gentle peace, a tranquil grace,
The voice of silence, my sacred space.


It speaks in whispers, soft and deep,
Secrets that the shadows keep.
A language only I can hear,
Washing away all doubt and fear.


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