vector
17th June 2004, 15:53
Silent men are deep....just like silent waters. Silence is a mystery in itself...and every secretive man likes to be silent... Silence is the jewel of the wise...and is the veil of a fool...silence is salvation...if we look at the woes spread by "the tongue" we will know the magnitude of peace in silence. A vain blabber is forced to speak the mixture of lies and truth...he doesn't have the time to think what is to be said...and what not
The great master pieces of nature...all in a state of successive silence. Long and wide mountain ranges are all...silent. There is such an awe in this silence. So many secrets in this wilderness..These mountains hold so many treasures in their laps, who knows...who understands..treasures in the mountains..treasures on the mountains..even their stones are signs...a secret...all silent..all still....once in a while winds shriek through this deafening silence...which makes their silence even more evident....the effect of silence amplifies when a small sound makes a clamor..silence of these mountains..is the silence of the nature
A few among Men..make their shelters among these mountains owing to the same secret..they want to be close to nature...and nature is..silent. It's a strange secret...closer to a man's jugular vein...quest for truth is not an external journey...it's a journey inwards. The key to the secret is given by the man inside..in silence...followed by a never ending silence if one gets it..a silence on which all the eloquence can be sacrificed..
A man's real companion, true beacon..is his taste. His destination is his own self...and when one submerges in one self he gets the key to this truth
We are not talking against the art of speech. To discover, silence is necessary..after that it's its will to let him speak or make him silent. However, no blessing is better for the man than silence. Signs of nature manifest in silence...take the sun for example. It never gives arguments in favour of its illumination. The sun is the exhibit of its existence in itself. It illuminates the whole world silently. Doesn't wait for a few words of thanks from someone. We already have mentioned the light is the recognition of sun, and light is ...silent..
Favour is always silent. A favour that is reminded is wasted....moon is silent..how beautiful...how illuminated..how secretive..so many wonders. Millions of stars...on a journey in silence. No noise....no disturbance...no speeches. Stars are very enchanting..very mysterious..all floating in their orbits...in ease..in silence..Nature's wonders..natures signs..nature's scenes..nature's language is silence
Its a strange sight..the whole world is a strange feat...strange revelations on earth.The vastness of deserts...the great spreads...silent....such a deep mystery. Deserts spread across the horizon...thirsty deserts...lips are dry..but lips are sealed...strange tales. A few among men know what it means to be thirsty in the desert. The grand havens of terror...the grand havens of passion....perfect silence
Ocean is silent. it's deep...very deep...is silent...so silent...a big secret...a big silence. Waves and current spread distortion in the ocean....but the ocean is silent
We can't really talk about the creator..because he is the creator of everything..it's really difficult to say something about Him...he speaks..with his loved ones....this speech is strange. For the people of the world...the creator of the world is silent..and despite his silence...He is remembered everywhere...is talked about everywhere...is thought about everywhere. There are talks of his likings and his dis likings...but he is silent. He is the biggest reality of all...the greatest mystery..and He is the one who is the most silent of them all...if you believe in him...he is silent..if not...he is silent. If you obey him..he is silent...if you go against him..he is silent...accept him..he is silent..reject him...he is silent. The creator of silence..is silent himself
But Man speaks..speaks non stop...tells lies if he cant speak the truth. Speaks vague..speaks for himself..speaks for self praise...speaks against nature..complains against his creator..speaks about the distresses of life...speaks noise...speaks royal addresses..speaks blasphemy...sometimes speaks as a creation..sometimes speaks as the creator...speaks in solitude...speaks to himself if there is no one to listen to him...poses questions...and posts answers..sometimes speaks of past..sometimes speaks of future..sometimes speaks wisely..sometimes blabbers...doesn't shut up...because he has to face himself in silence..he cant face himself..he knows that he doesn't know, but how can he accept this reality. How can he say that he is a fool, he is stupid, is ignorant, is nothing, his state...is what?..his worth is nothing. he knows of his ignorance, still doesn't keep quite. He is aware of his ignorance, still he doesn't seal his lips. He knows..there was silence before his birth..and there will be silence after his death. There is silence in his life as well. he knows all, but it's beyond his control to keep silent. If he is blessed by happiness..he tells all the world of it..and if he is tested with sorrow he shouts before an audience. His prime interest is to speak, speak and just to speak. So much so that we always see a man talking to another man. Even if there is little sense in all the never ending spread of words, still he speaks. And he speaks..until a time comes when he realises that he has spoken nothing but lies. He spoke meaningless words. He used his voice for no good. He never spoke to his real companion, never asked anything from that companion . This companion..his conscious...but how will he know that a silent companion meets in silence. If only we were to face ourselves in silence
The great master pieces of nature...all in a state of successive silence. Long and wide mountain ranges are all...silent. There is such an awe in this silence. So many secrets in this wilderness..These mountains hold so many treasures in their laps, who knows...who understands..treasures in the mountains..treasures on the mountains..even their stones are signs...a secret...all silent..all still....once in a while winds shriek through this deafening silence...which makes their silence even more evident....the effect of silence amplifies when a small sound makes a clamor..silence of these mountains..is the silence of the nature
A few among Men..make their shelters among these mountains owing to the same secret..they want to be close to nature...and nature is..silent. It's a strange secret...closer to a man's jugular vein...quest for truth is not an external journey...it's a journey inwards. The key to the secret is given by the man inside..in silence...followed by a never ending silence if one gets it..a silence on which all the eloquence can be sacrificed..
A man's real companion, true beacon..is his taste. His destination is his own self...and when one submerges in one self he gets the key to this truth
We are not talking against the art of speech. To discover, silence is necessary..after that it's its will to let him speak or make him silent. However, no blessing is better for the man than silence. Signs of nature manifest in silence...take the sun for example. It never gives arguments in favour of its illumination. The sun is the exhibit of its existence in itself. It illuminates the whole world silently. Doesn't wait for a few words of thanks from someone. We already have mentioned the light is the recognition of sun, and light is ...silent..
Favour is always silent. A favour that is reminded is wasted....moon is silent..how beautiful...how illuminated..how secretive..so many wonders. Millions of stars...on a journey in silence. No noise....no disturbance...no speeches. Stars are very enchanting..very mysterious..all floating in their orbits...in ease..in silence..Nature's wonders..natures signs..nature's scenes..nature's language is silence
Its a strange sight..the whole world is a strange feat...strange revelations on earth.The vastness of deserts...the great spreads...silent....such a deep mystery. Deserts spread across the horizon...thirsty deserts...lips are dry..but lips are sealed...strange tales. A few among men know what it means to be thirsty in the desert. The grand havens of terror...the grand havens of passion....perfect silence
Ocean is silent. it's deep...very deep...is silent...so silent...a big secret...a big silence. Waves and current spread distortion in the ocean....but the ocean is silent
We can't really talk about the creator..because he is the creator of everything..it's really difficult to say something about Him...he speaks..with his loved ones....this speech is strange. For the people of the world...the creator of the world is silent..and despite his silence...He is remembered everywhere...is talked about everywhere...is thought about everywhere. There are talks of his likings and his dis likings...but he is silent. He is the biggest reality of all...the greatest mystery..and He is the one who is the most silent of them all...if you believe in him...he is silent..if not...he is silent. If you obey him..he is silent...if you go against him..he is silent...accept him..he is silent..reject him...he is silent. The creator of silence..is silent himself
But Man speaks..speaks non stop...tells lies if he cant speak the truth. Speaks vague..speaks for himself..speaks for self praise...speaks against nature..complains against his creator..speaks about the distresses of life...speaks noise...speaks royal addresses..speaks blasphemy...sometimes speaks as a creation..sometimes speaks as the creator...speaks in solitude...speaks to himself if there is no one to listen to him...poses questions...and posts answers..sometimes speaks of past..sometimes speaks of future..sometimes speaks wisely..sometimes blabbers...doesn't shut up...because he has to face himself in silence..he cant face himself..he knows that he doesn't know, but how can he accept this reality. How can he say that he is a fool, he is stupid, is ignorant, is nothing, his state...is what?..his worth is nothing. he knows of his ignorance, still doesn't keep quite. He is aware of his ignorance, still he doesn't seal his lips. He knows..there was silence before his birth..and there will be silence after his death. There is silence in his life as well. he knows all, but it's beyond his control to keep silent. If he is blessed by happiness..he tells all the world of it..and if he is tested with sorrow he shouts before an audience. His prime interest is to speak, speak and just to speak. So much so that we always see a man talking to another man. Even if there is little sense in all the never ending spread of words, still he speaks. And he speaks..until a time comes when he realises that he has spoken nothing but lies. He spoke meaningless words. He used his voice for no good. He never spoke to his real companion, never asked anything from that companion . This companion..his conscious...but how will he know that a silent companion meets in silence. If only we were to face ourselves in silence