Friday Poem - 3 Quarks Daily

Friday Poem - 3 Quarks Daily

Beautiful Silence Endless Talking If your name is Omar nobody in the town of Kash will sell you a loaf of bread, at any price. You go to a bakery shop and say, “Hello, my name is Omar. I’d like some bread.” The baker will reply, “Try the shop down the street. One loaf of his bread is better than fifty of mine.” But if you have healed your eyesight of all duality, You can answer, “There is no other bakery!” The illumination of that would blind th…