There is a fire in the core of silence
That crackles its way through the illusions of life,
It singes all misconceptions about oneself and others
It demeans the past in its flames
And surrogates the future in its visions.
With no one to become and nothing to do,
If you can sit still in the flames of this silence,
The truth will be obliged to kneel before you
And you will become the emperor
With no possessions.
The only thing to be done is to shun all your clothes and fears
And sit at the burning pyre of this all-consuming fire of silence.
Then will happen the demise of your ego
And the one that lived amongst the world of words.