The Mind's Beauty

The monotonous droning of the bus
Suddenly explodes into my silent meditations,
Startling me.
But I keep listening...

I hear the parrot-like chattering
Of the people around,
And strangely
It serenades me.
The speech of people is almost as pleasing
As the art of classical musicians.
It soothes
It comforts
It pleases

Yet I leave them to their nattering;
And I recede into my silent world once more.

And again I marvel at the tranquil peacefulness
Of my thoughts
As I turn my eyes
Onto the beautiful countryside
Of my mind.

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