Sit In Silence
I sit crossed legged like a native
Pitch black no need to be creative
The flame of the waxed stick flickers
Burns bright the twilled wickers
I sit in silence as I hear them chant
In the Latin Language some rant
Soothing and relaxing some find
Holy Roman Empire it reminds
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus
Dominus Deus Sabbaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Hosanna in excelsis
Hmmmmmm, I hymn to the sound
Eyes set in silence they drowned
Heart beat decreasing in speed
As the breathe exhaled precede
No thoughts left to roam the sinful
Released the damaged woeful
Meditate and liberate the combat
Seated mutely on my prayer mat