Inner Realmlife

Inner Realm __cloistered nook__ Into the dark corner of thy world, cosmos, A tiny space, dark and earnest, namely cave, Do I wish a shelter, a harborage. A secret place where light doth furtively peep, Birds donot bliss with joy of day and night. The souls of silent solitaire meet not, A place of utter aloneness and quietude. In the graveyard of arcadian Stillness, Where breeze blows without prop and patronage. The boon and blessing do I seek from Thee. A desert, a forest or rocky womb, Away away from the pectus of happiness, From Hurly-burly of somatic life. A death pure death to hopping mind, entity. Only silence will be the syllogism, State. With Thy altitudinous chord, mercy. Let me sleep eternally onto thy cloistered nook.