From silence to life floates he
Dancing his way to ecstasy
From silence to realization
Is a meadow, no mock creation
No pathway laid by the elder
No song already sung enough
No verse of the old
A story untold
Behold!
The meadow of freedom laid
Cloaked by no lewd pathways
Resonance on Stillness painted;
The stars upon night sky spread
Silence is the canvas spotless,
Akin to mystical nothingness
Upon which the songster
inscribes his truth and love.
