Dear friend:- You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
on language
You can learn languages, as many languages as you want but don’t take them seriously. They are just part of social agreement to help you buy and sell things in the world, to help you interact with other human beings. Languages might point to some truth but they are not true themselves. There are moments in our lives, when nothing needs to be uttered, when this happens, it is time to remain calm and silent. Anything real comes out of silence. Flowers and mountains and oceans, days and nights --- come out of silence. Silence is a universal language; it is language of the heart.
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