the instructive silence

There is an instructive silence. The chattering goes on around it, and nothing is learned from the chattering. The silence remains silent and somehow speaks. Could be like a prism; an empty crystal that reveals. The silence says not a word but is always revealing; perpetually, silently indicative. It’s non-specific, and quite definite. It reflects conditions, and is unconditioned. It indicates suchness; it indicates an edgeless sphere large enough to contain all of time.