Magi

Stillness
Silence 
Solitude

Three Magi, wise and noble,
Enticed 
By intuition, 
A common secret dream.
Set off to find the source of all that Is—
of love,
of hope,
of truth.

Stillness ambles imperceptibly.
Motionless she travels far—
deeper,
nearer,
clearer.

Silence speaks no words
Adds nothing to the frantic roar 
of hate,
despair, 
and lies.

Solitude bears destiny as she strides forth.
Knows birth and death and all between alone. Her heart
A pulsing,
throbbing,
longing.

Three Magi, 
seeking their soul’s star,
walk home.