The inside and outside of a person
are inversely proportional.
When the outward humdrum
the inside gets quieter.
Truth is better reflected
in the mind's eye.
One is not turned on so much
One has realised the banality
of the crescendo of activities
whose sum total
is like a search for precious stones
called happiness, satisfaction, joy,
a filled-up tummy and libido gratification.
But even all together do not fill the breast.
The search continues for something different.
So, when the cacophony of the outward living die down,
the inside gets quiter,
and one is nearer the inner search for the most precious,
not the semi-precious stones of the outward existence.