The Silent Smiling One

All this talk.
Everyone is a pundit on every topic under the sun.
Why this need to tell others all we know?

We dust off our little history of the world
stored in the musty library of our mind,
then roll words of wisdom off our tongue
with the swagger of a rug merchant
unfurling his carpets, one by one,
to potential buyers in the bazaar.

And there, off in a quiet corner,
sits the silent smiling one,
awash in a sea of Light and Song
no one else perceives.

With innocent childlike wonder,
he looks around at a cosmos
he knows he can’t comprehend.
The eloquence of his silence says
he only knows … that he knows nothing.
Endless waves of bliss emanate from his being,
blessing all they touch, then ripple out across infinity.