SILENCE

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Silence is the true friend that never betrays.

In this vastness there is place for space and much more.

In this eternity there is place for time and the chimes of its measure.

In the depth of the deep there is space for the light to enter but not the door to escape.

In the roaming mind, there is space for the quietude by the tapas of fortitude.

In the emerald blue silence there is space for awareful existence of the fullness of ananda.

In the awareness there is melody of the music of the spheres pulsating with cosmic life---heard only in silence.

In consciousness, you and I are nowhere or everywhere vibrant in the soft whisper of the fathomless silence.

Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.




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