The paper is blank
    The pen has ink,
The heart is silent
    The mind is still.

What then can make
    One to feel?
What else can cause
    The ink to flow.....? 

There is neither the clot
    Nor the flow
There is neither any block
    Nor any bond

Going on is the search
    Within the Conscience...
The search for Truth
    Shall go on and on....

Until the mind is lost
    And the heart is opened
To reveal what was done
    Was right or wrong.....

There is a long way to tread
    To know what Is & What Is not,
For now the clock has stopped
    But the time has not.