I aspire to silence the voices
That I may speak for all voices
The function of a room is
To keep the body well
The function of a mind is
To keep the soul serene
I will never hear the one true voice
But in the Tao I find ultimate empathy
And I give it to all creatures here
And in silence I feel the snowflakes
The clouds, the trees, the light
In a whole new way against
The night, alive in the day
I become like the breeze
That rustles the leaves
And by disappearing to myself
I have room to identify with everything
That is the function of silence
My friend, we’ve thought of how
The poet spoke the thoughts
Of history, well as a finger points
To the stars, the mind dreams
In silence, language finds God.
Wuji Seshat 