Listen to silence
You can listen to the profound voice
Inherent in every object of Nature
The grass growing
The leaves rustling
The river flowing
The heart beating
The wind whistling
The thoughts in mind unfolding,
Like the blooming of a flower
Lose yourself like the scent of insense stick in the air
or the loose amorphous drifting clouds in the sky
To mingle your voice with that unheard voice
Lose your voice to find it in the serene silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mingle voice, unheard voice, Voice to find serene silence