Let us look for secret things
somewhere in the world
on the blue shore of silence
or where the storm has passed
rampaging like a train.
There the faint signs are left,
coins of time and water,
debris ,celestial ash
and the irreplaceable rapture
of sharing in the labour
of soitude in the sand.
Being silent for me doesn't require being in a quiet place and it doesnt mean not saying words. It means, "receiving in a balanced, noncombative way what is happening." With or without words, the hope of my heart is that it will be able to relax and acknowledge the truth of my situation with compassion.
Sylvia Boorstein
Source: That's Funny, You Don't Look Buddhist: On Being a Faithful Jew and a Passionate Buddhist, Pages: 38