May your silence be suchthat not even thoughtcan think itWhen the temple emptiesit shinessplendidlyHistory recounts what happenedsilence narrateswhat is happeningSilence is not a formof rest or suspensionbut of resistanceSilence:contemplating the snowuntil becoming one with itToday the clouds resemblemonks drinking teain silenceSilence tends to bury thoughtyet thought alsolives by itLearn to renounceeverythingeven silenceMany times, God prefersto […]
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