LANGUAGE OF SILENCE
Silence speaks a thousand languages
Bringing in the reflections of being a sage.
Questioning the spirit of existence
It draws the non-existence of existence
Tasking nothing to serious chance.
When I slip into silence
I reduce into selfless Self
The Self is awakened to ponderance
The bays of tidal thoughts
Silence it neither gay nor sulking
The epitome of objectivity.
The Self is between Being and Non-being
Being egoistic while I am known
The me in me is well known to me
As a being named " So and So"
In silence I am far away
From my being a " So and So"
I am another Being
Who is innocent and holy as a child?
All the sinuous thoughts and actions
Which I have been in so far
All that I have thought of doing
As I have longing to do
The "wrong doings" are not mine.
They belong to that " So and So"
I am different in silence
I feel the feel of being in a state of bliss
The ecstasy of silence tells me of the turbulence out there
The quarrelsome other self of me dwells there
Waiting for a chance to be noisy
Signifying the state of the half-naked universe.
I am awake in silence,
And I am in dark in noise,
I am naked in silence
Silence speaks to me as a doer
Heard silence causes more than
The turbulent revolutions
As many a revolutionary are born
While working in silence.
Silence is no inaction
Actions result in it
And actions culminate in it.
It is superior action
Objective action of percepts of concepts
So, I perform silence.
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