At the juncture of the silence, The cosmos reveals its sublime beauty, The truth, the substratum of the Witness, The holy mixture of atoms and their alchemy. Silence reveals the communion of matter and space, Their constant dialectics, Appearance and disappearance of forms, By which the potency of matter is realised and unrealised. Silence lets the voice of nature, To Blossom and reveal its potential meanings. Silence heals the wounds of speech, Its therapeutic effects cement the social bonds, In its profoundest horizons, Individuality submerges into; The holistic union of finite and infinite. Silence is the mirror, Which reflects the cosmic dance, Of light, darkness, and their convergence. In the glory of silence, Words move and produce, The cacophony of prayers and meditations, The liturgical magic of religions, The baffling discourses of academia, Only encircle in a s...
There is something in everything and everything in something.