Reach forward into endlessness,
Where no one is awake.
Feel the muted spaces there;
A blade of silence make.
Turn then toward your chattering,
You\'ve had an age to speak.
Apply where you\'re most guarded.
Lay down where none shall seek.
Remember early promises,
Kin made of their disperse.
Each and all were honest;
In solitude immerse.
Let go you silly migrant then,
Of games you cannot play.
It\'s time to back away from it,
Find stillness in the clay.
Not so cold as you might think,
Where dead and dying sleep;
Only place worth being,
If peace you mean to seek.