Stillness speaks words more eloquent than I,
If only you will give up the idea
That I know more than you.
What you see is as dead as stone.
A teacher acts out his destiny
While the student misreads all the parts.
The student is but a teacher
Wearing a mask of fearful lies—
Blind to the script.
Follow my sad look, as sadness is the mark
Of beauty too painful for words,
Even as beauty is just a word
Floating in an empty canyon at twilight.