Silent Knowledge
Rich is the silence,
Filled with all knowledge.
It hears all, knows all,
And it can be all.

Oh the conversation
'Tween heart and veins.
Oh the communication
Among muscles and bones.

Listen to the numberless thoughts
Which trample themselves at random.
Listen to the openning passages
Leading everywhere with nowhere in mind.

Such are the truths Silence knows.
Deep in emptiness; fullness grows.
From feet, to knees, to the nose,
All unseen, Silence knows....

By maximusdoom

© 2004 maximusdoom (All rights reserved)


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