Silent Fountain

He doesn't ever speak He finds nothing to say He doesn't take sides He has no belief to decide. Quietly he listens to one and all Without taking any of their call The only hint on his inexpressive face Is the melancholy of detached happiness. It means nothing cause and chance God for him is an aloof distance When the clouds skim the sky's blue He finds them pleasant without a clue. He isn't bothered of goal and fate Of probing deep for cause and effect When the stars beget a tranquil evening The birds go back with suns in their wing He needn't run wild to hunt and find The silent fountain that immerses his mind.