The Wisdom of Silence
There is a hush
that does not beg to be broken,
a pause so deep
even breath dares not disturb it.
The young guru sits—
not as one who knows,
but as one who has unlearned.
Around him, the elders
carry their years like dry sticks,
ready to burn,
ready to become light.
Silence does not teach.
It unravels.
It is not a voice but the space between voices,
not wisdom but the falling away of what once seemed wise.
Beneath the vast sky,
even the wind forgets to move.
And when the disciples rise,
their questions have not been answered—
they have simply grown weary
of their own noise.
What remains is not knowledge,
but the silent revelation-
they were never separate
from what they sought.
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