Shake the drum, rattle the tin cans.
Strike metal on brass,
Make the loudest pots sing for dear life.
Turn a field of cows into commotion.
Lean on your horn,
Sound trumpets in the midst of the city.
Scream like you’re drowning, or saved.
Shatter the glass and raise a holy hell.
Chase away quiet thoughts
Like flies on the King’s breakfast.
Then stop,
wait,
and let the silence
share its unspeakable joys
OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI
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