The silence, let us share—
If you are too deaf to hear,
then sit with me,
for I am too dumb to speak.
In the stillness, our souls can find
what words fail to seek.
The language of silence
is vast and pure,
like rivers that run—
beneath the gardens,
invisible, yet certain,
its flow ever secure.
The words of wisdom,
and the secrets to be told
often eludes the tongue,
and we are left, in silence
Where we speak to the wise
in the wordless language.
I will not offer worded pearls
Nor will I offer melodies
for they only echo the air,
but a presence, soft as dawn,
that knows you are there.
Sit with me, as my companion
not for a conversation to begin,
but for a connection that speaks
without sound, without words
Soul speaks to soul—deep within.
If you are too deaf to hear,
let us remain as we are—
two beings, whole in the quiet,
held by the truth of who we are
The true being speaks to true being.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem