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-