Silence without, silence within.
The mind not dying to make itself up.
The house quiet as an hourglass.
The soft tap tapping of the rain.
The mind not dying to make itself up
A story of what is happening here.
The soft tap tapping of the rain,
The sound of the wind in the trees.
A story of what is happening here
Is not what is happening here.
The sound of the wind in the trees
Asking for nothing.
Is not what is happening here
A man sitting at his desk
Asking for nothing?
The rain stops, the wind dies down.
A man sitting at his desk.
The house quiet as an hourglass.
The rain stops, the wind dies down.
Silence without, silence within.
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Brian Leibold 
Wow, this is so powerful!
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I can hear the tapping of the rain, the wind I. The trees. I can feel the stillness and quiet. “Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother; Like a weaned child is my soul within me.” Psalm 131
This poem read in silence, gave me a feeling of silence within. Your words created that feeling within me. Really powerful.
I like the format. What is it called?