Forcing the wisdom of silence
is the grossest gesture of all,
as to shout for silence above a racket
contradicts the gross effect
of it’s ambition.
It’s like trying to calm a choppy pond
with your hand.
Though obscuring the wisdom of silence
is to embrace it far beyond hope of propogation.
Thus, soft practice stirs
mild in other’s presence-
observing the subtle gleam
of seeing all’s transparency
move into the eyes of others.
Yet to propogate this silence is,
in the measure of it’s own world-