Silences that punctuate conversation Are pregnant pauses of inspiration They accentuate our every discussion And propel it forward without fluctuation.
Mute zones on the endless street of babblers Boulevards of sanity in the city of tattlers The scourge of incessant, die-hard prattlers An asylum from the ruckus of vacuous cacklers.
The sagacious womb of wordless speech... What priceless wisdom it has to teach! If but we would its depths fathom and reach Pontifical praters no sermons need preach
Underlying the Universe's bluster and noise A lull resides. A welcome equanimity and poise What supernal placidity the sage enjoys Who from his psyche all clangor destroys!
