By Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani
September 14, 1974
From dust we come and to dust we go.
But not so with silence.
True, it is our beginning and our end.
Are we not silent before the doctor slaps us into Earth reality?
Is it not silence that is our final word?
But, unlike dust, we are filled with silence.
From birth to death, from death to birth.
In silence we wake, in silence we eat our breakfast.
In silence we write letters and avoid people.
Is that silence, or the void from which all creation springs?
But, when in silence we watch happiness, feel disappointment,
experience sorrow, hear loneliness, smell death, commune with spirit,
only then in silence pure silence.
Silence that gives understanding.
Silence that offers thought.
Silence that is honest.
Silence that speaks our hearts.
Pure silence; innocent silence; a knowing silence.
One silence is worth a thousand words.
© 1997, 2002, Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani