Without your noise, I’m calm within –
A state of deep, eternal peace.
How long might I have borne your din
Had I not worked to find release?

I had to sink inside myself,
As if I was both stone and lake,
And read each book on wisdom’s shelf,
Then tossed them all for heaven’s sake.

In fact I’ve entered such a place
It brings me joy to be with you;
Your face is, after all, my face,
And what I am’s what you are, too.

And, as for all your constant row,
I’ve truly grown to like it now.

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