Enter the realm of whispered cognitions,
where every thought wears a cloak of sound,
taught in verses that dance in spirals.
Step, dear traveler, into the silenced symphony,
A cacophony of unsung knowledge bears its truth not in volume, but in echo. Hear not the song, feel the vibration beneath your mind's seas.
To cultivate a tranquil storm: inhale the verses. Breath, then rhythm, like waves; exhale judgment, retire ego.