White
light
These
days, I tend to give people
the
silent treatment
which
is just as well,
since
I can’t seem
to
get a word in edgewise.
People
ask for my opinion,
usually
in order to give me theirs.
Then
we sit around
and
pat each other on the back,
or
they give me the cold shoulder.
I
hold my tongue
because
I have no answers
(and
neither do they).
So
I offer them silence
hoping
it might be contagious.
I
have it on good authority
that
silence contains all the Truth we need,
the
way white light contains all the colors.
O
child of God, true silence is what you have left
after the long-sought
end to neti, neti.
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