Ananda waited for the murmur of the
eucalyptus leaves
to whisper its last secrets through the hills.

He seemed absorbed in a wordless
conversation with himself
as he said:….

Silence is the womb of all that is
spoken and heard.
Silence is the flow of the river of intelligence.
Like riverbanks, words are mere interruptions of this flow.

Silence is the unspoken truth of the universe. Words are at best masks
that embellish the face of truth with their many devices.
The forlorn lover sitting on the edge
of the river
Pines for her lost love in dumb despair.
Only numbing silence connects heart with heart….

In silence words return to their essence,
just as noisy rivers merge with the ocean.
Through words, One becomes many;
in silence many return to the One.
In silence creation happens:
The master in us
Has created a house called the universe.

Through words we knock at the door of this house.
In silence the chest of treasure is flung open

Speak, but do not stand in the way
of the music of silence:
Your words are useless without the music.