From my poetry book Whispers of Emptiness
The Coming of the Sage In the valley of restless hearts,Where men chase echoes and call them truth,Silence began to move. It was not loud, butIt reached the farthest corners of the mind.It did not speak, butEvery soul heard their name. From silence came a SageBarefoot, calm, and shining with Dust of long journeys.He carried…







