Sacred Idlenessby Alice Smith
The soul hungers for a tasteof nothing.Slip into the chasm of stillnessand breathemelodious silence.The hallowed hollow of splendid peaceholds the hushof the half note rest.Mysterious intermissions are woven togetherin an intricate pattern ofvoid.Touch the tapestry of empty spacehangingin the palequietsacred idleness.
