The Quiet of Dawn
Silence reveals itself in a thousand inexpressible forms: in the quiet of dawn, in the noiseless aspiration of trees towards the sky, in the stealthy descent of night, in the silent changing of the seasons, in the falling moonlight, trickling down into the night like a rain of silence, but above all in the silence of the inward soul.
Max Picard
From You Don’t Have to Be Buddhist to Know Nothing: An Illustrious Collection of Thoughts on Naught, edited by Joan Konner(Prometheus Books, 2009). Reprinted by permission of the publisher.