And then a scholar said, Speak of Talking
And he answered, saying:
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of
your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a
diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of
words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
There are those among you who seek the talkative
through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their
naked selves and they would escape.
And there are those who talk, and without
knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they
themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within
them, but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in
the market-place, let the spirit in you move your lips
and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the
taste of the wine is remembered.
When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no