From the silence grows the words. Observe the
silence deeply, let it culture in you what it will. Before the first
word there was what? Silence? Or is there just silence about what there
was? And after the last word what? Silence? Or just silence about what
there might be? The knowing that is deeper will not let us say, cannot
be shaped and packaged into words, will not conform into thought, is not
of the mind or of conception, is of the heart alone and is no more than
the quickening of its beat.
