Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.
Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beauty Lying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.
Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.
We donβt know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.
To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, Youβll be way too late.