"Inner Silence"

The red, velvet, cessation of thought,
Sliding through doors, the mind of solace,
Cushioned in the breast of a goddess.
Our lives are but flowing energy
In a stream of knowledge.
Acquiring soulful wisdom the purpose of all,
How much have you gained?
Follow me; let me be your guide,
With the wisdom of the world one can be god.
What must one lose to gain true knowledge?
Identity, self, the body,
To placid contemplation we return again,
But for how long?