Silence is an ocean.
Speech is a river.
Silence is the language of God,
all else is poor translation.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere,
I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
Knock, And He'll open the door
Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.
- Rumi -
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