it is when you enter
that door of silence that the sun
begins to
believe
in your chosen place
of dignity
the sun never talks
the mouth must surrender
to the greater value of its
suicide
you settle upon a floor
clasp your hands
focus on the the garden
through the
glass window in front of you
to enter the gates of perfection
you must
hand your eyes gracefully
into the depths of
the wisdom of
silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful! Those are the blessed moments when one can be one with silence.