He slept in silence.
I saw in his closed eyesThe Peace of God.
He woke up in silence.
I saw in his blossomed eyesThe Joy of God.
He walked in silence.
I saw in his glowing eyesThe Light of God.
He ran in silence.
I saw in his ambrosial eyesThe Life of God.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Height of Silence and the Might of Sound, Agni Press, New York, 1974
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