What do you want to know
abou t me?
What do you wan t to tell me?
When God thre w me, a
pebbel, inTo this
wondrous lake I dis
turbed its sur face with
counTless
c i r c l e s
BUt when I rEach the
depThhs I became very
stilL.
TrUe. Though the wa ve of
words if forever upon us
yet our depth is forever
silEnt.
The real in us
is silent;
the aCquired is talkative.
GIve me siLence and I will
outDare the nighT.
A grain of sand is a desert,
and a desert is a grain of s a n d.
NOw let us all be
s I L e N c E.
again.
Keep s I L e N c E,
and fell the T I M E in it.
