May your silence be such
that not even thought
can think it

When the temple empties
it shines
splendidly

History recounts what happened
silence narrates
what is happening

Silence is not a form
of rest or suspension
but of resistance

Silence:
contemplating the snow
until becoming one with it

Today the clouds resemble
monks drinking tea
in silence

Silence tends to bury thought
yet thought also
lives by it

Learn to renounce
everything
even silence

Many times, God prefers
to enter our house
when we are not there

Silence is the narrator
and also the only
word