Learn to be quiet in the midst of turmoil,
for quietness is the end of strife and this
is the journey to peace.
~ ACIM
The gold that was my hair has turned
silently to gray. Don’t pity me!
Everything’s been realized,
in my breast all’s blended and attuned.
-- Attuned, as all of distance blends
In the smokestack moaning on the outskirts.
And Love! A soul’s been realized:
The most deeply secret of your ends.