How do you put into words
the silence that does not speak?
How do you say what silence sees
when it looks at concepts?
It sees the royal road to suffering is paved with
thoughts and concepts.
So much glamour, full of chatter and pain.
Silence watches quietly.
Silence being what it is, peacefully looks on,
without a move of interference.
Silence in compassion does nothing,
yet remains the invitation.
Silence knows that thought could be dropped,
but the mind does not.
Silence is what it is, not waiting, always present,
just being there.
Silence is, remains, and knows.
Any mind, any time, may let go and be silence.