For a long time I let this slow movement towards the unknown,
this highest form of knowledge, be fulfilled in me:
the dream, the worship of silence.
It is never in vain that we give way
to this elementary beauty which seizes the soul
in the spiral of a star or anything in the world:
such certainty soothes the hours when I do not write, as those when I write.
this highest form of knowledge, be fulfilled in me:
the dream, the worship of silence.
It is never in vain that we give way
to this elementary beauty which seizes the soul
in the spiral of a star or anything in the world:
such certainty soothes the hours when I do not write, as those when I write.
It illuminates the night and its angelic sister, solitude.
Silence is the highest form of thought
and it is by developing in us this silent attention
mute to the day, that we will find our place
in the absolute that surrounds us.
It is ours when all is lacking and all is far from being _
to give our life the patience of a work of art,
the flexibility of reeds that the hand of
the wind wrinkles, In homage to winter.
A little silence is enough.
A little of this immaterial food that the mother dispensed
by reading a story that dug the night and burned it to infinity...
Silence is the highest form of thought
and it is by developing in us this silent attention
mute to the day, that we will find our place
in the absolute that surrounds us.
It is ours when all is lacking and all is far from being _
to give our life the patience of a work of art,
the flexibility of reeds that the hand of
the wind wrinkles, In homage to winter.
A little silence is enough.
A little of this immaterial food that the mother dispensed
by reading a story that dug the night and burned it to infinity...
Christian Bobin -The simple enchantment
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