Baraka_Guru

Midnight ballads are best left unheard
When it is the prudent mind that sleeps.
But how can this be the best advice when
That sweet music dances through the darkness?

Daytime songs are impure and impudent,
As they emit through the static of waves
Rendered unstable from the multitude of
Friendships, deals, and uncertain promises.

The night air is clearer, or so it seems;
Perhaps the static is still there, waiting
For the next transmission to break the
Silence in the next moment of failed tranquility.

The air will ring, ring, or perhaps it will
Jing-a-ling along with your favourite tune.
Nothing can stop the noise, and what can start
The silence that even ballads yet still crave?

Approx. 5 min.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot