The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice,

Now Be Silent. Let The One Who Creates The Words Speak. He Made The Door. He Made The Lock. He Also Made The Key.

I Closed My Mouth And Spoke To You In A Hundred Silent Ways.

I Should Sell My Tongue And Buy A Thousand Ears When That One Steps Near And Begins To Speak.

All Is Known In The Sacredness Of Silence.

Reality Is Blocked By Form And Image.