Friday, June 03, 2005

 

silence speaks



and maybe we have, sometimes, spoke too much that we forget to listen. to hear.

Nature has given to men one tongue, but two ears,
that we may hear from others twice as much as we speak
- Epictetus

and often i have, deep in the nights, sat up and listen. pros of being a scout, it is only at night when you can truly hear the woody nature come to live.

and even better, it is only at this time, when you can hear yourself. thoughts out loud.

it is sad, maybe, that silence might become legends soon. day by day, men invent machines that increase noise and distraction. distraction, from the essence of life, of contemplation.

silence speaks, but can you hear it? comprehend it? it even screams at you sometimes. for so long, I've yearned for someone to hear my silences and understand it, but I guess it's too high an expectation. lip-tighted, but yet the chest pounds with every word screamed within.

when words become unclear
i hope a picture can really paint a thousand words.
but when images become inadequate
be content,
with my silence.

silence at the right time is eloquence. and how true! there's nothing wrong with having nothing to say, well, unless one insist of making comments (don't you find such people irritating sometimes? haha). for a long time, i have admired silence, and people who neither brag nor seek attention, but yet from their twinkling eyes and knowing smiles, I know that they hold much substance. and such charm that exudes from them!

有所言,有所不言,
智者知晓其中之分。

maybe i should end off with a story, surely a familiar one.

An old man lived all alone by the side of the railway track, and every day at midnight, the train drives by and shook the earth with its thunderous sounds. For 30 years, this went on, and the old man got used to it. but on one day after that, the train did not appear at midnight. The old man woke up startled at midnight, and exclaimed "what happened?!"

silence speaks
hear it.


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