I do not know which is more beautiful, the language of Love or the language of Silence.
OR are they the same thing? Because Love understands Silence, and Silence reads into Love. I have read too many times, that Love needs no words to express itself, because it is so overwhelming a state that no word created by the human mind can ever define it.
Silence, however, existed before humans ever did. In fact, silence is all that has ever been and all that will ever be, long after we have gone. So is silence the original language?
"Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation" - Rumi
Just like it is extremely easy to give into ego and 'do what you gotta do', it is also just as easy to speak all that your mind says without pausing to examine its necessity. Grudges, spite, anger, vengeance are all too easy to speak out.
How easy is it to sit through the anger and watch it pass through you in silence?
How often do you find yourself opinionated about everything?
Much more difficult to remain silent and watch it all unfold, just as it is, is it not?
No wonder, meditation and silence are so deeply linked. The quieter we are, both verbally and mentally, the more clarity we receive through our inner guidance, the more patient we get and it becomes so plain that everything is merely here and now. Your happiness is just as much here and now as is your sorrow. Both will go.
Are you ready to welcome both with blissful silence?
