Thoughts come to me, crystalline clear
It is not my mind that thinks them
They come when my mind is still
Silence begets wisdom
These thoughts are not my own
It is wisdom that whispers
Through a mind that clamors
Be silent my sweet, to hear the whispers of truth
I think I know, but realize that I only truly know
When I sit
In silence
And listen
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