Stillness within conflict
Naked aggression
By the harbinger of tension
On a matter not slight
Where he is wrong and we right!
When kind words & warm smiles
Prove to be futile
We reluctantly take up arms
To defend; not inflict harm!
There is a storm in the sky
Yet the hurricanes eye
Is still
That is free will!
War in stillness, we engage & release
While the acts to be done may not please
Yet we engage exuberantly as ordained
We suffer not but are momentarily pained!
The battle may be gruesome
But whatever be the outcome
When the swords are sheathed
We disperse love as bequeathed!
What is over is over & now dead memory
Why rekindle it by making a summary?
Embracing the now continuum, the all
We hark our inner divine call!
In stillness
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The Self has no attribute
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