"Jungfrau" by Albert Bierstadt.‘The Joy of Silence’ The Society September 7, 2016 Beauty, Poetry By Anonymous Sometimes I sit alone for a while, Watching life go by, Sitting high on a mountain top, Wondering just why Those ant-sized lives don’t pause and wonder “What’s this busyness for?” They never look at ground and ask “Why go on one day more?” Is life itself a fleeting dream? Windy words without sense A breeze that floats through lofty trees, Whispers like incense. I stop my mind from all of its Wandering around, Meandering, constant babbling, I work to stop the sound, To quiet down my monkey mind, Which lets me look within And sit there in a silent peace Without the sound of sin. For joy springs forth eternal from this Wide yet hidden place: Whence from a stream of steady silence Wheels through every space. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.