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.
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.
To sense the peace of extinguished passion Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge
Never give up hope. All things are working for your good. One day, you'll look back on everything you've been through and thank God for it.