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!