Two nights ago, I took part in a play about seekers
on a pilgrimage. In the play, the pilgrims sing a
song by Sri Chinmoy on silence. In 1985 I first learned
this particular song. It starts:
"Speak, silence, speak.
Teach me how to seek."
Those familiar with Sri Chinmoy's songs surely know this
song well. It was one of the first of Sri Chinmoy's songs
that I learned. It finishes:
"Stop, sound, stop.
You are soulless, you are fruitless,
you are weaker, you are poorer
than a tiny drop."