Imagine a bright sunny day in a sunflower field. Warm skin, fluffy clouds, and cornflower sky.
Do you see?
Now, see the two people running in the midst of the flowers. You have to know, these people are special. They do not know speech, words, sound... nothing. They don't need that. Thoughts and emotions flow between them. How do you think that will be, without words? Can you imagine that?
In that sunflower field, one person smells the wetness of the earth, feels it in his heel and sees the green stalk rise from brownliness. The other, feels the gentle breeze stir her heart, bringing with it sweet unearthly fragrance. They see each other, and instantly... God, can you imagine?
What joy, and what sorrow we would feel. For, isn't every thought and emotion, at its core a silent uttering? And, when we communicate from this fundamental plane, won't it be the simplest, and most honest? How pure, and how crystal clear.
And some day, we will realize this soul of silence. When silence becomes being. When our first point of contact with another being is from the silence, and not from the senses. When your senses feed your silence, and by choice, the river of silence between you and everything else.
You become being, and nothingness.
You are free.
Do you see?
Now, see the two people running in the midst of the flowers. You have to know, these people are special. They do not know speech, words, sound... nothing. They don't need that. Thoughts and emotions flow between them. How do you think that will be, without words? Can you imagine that?
In that sunflower field, one person smells the wetness of the earth, feels it in his heel and sees the green stalk rise from brownliness. The other, feels the gentle breeze stir her heart, bringing with it sweet unearthly fragrance. They see each other, and instantly... God, can you imagine?
What joy, and what sorrow we would feel. For, isn't every thought and emotion, at its core a silent uttering? And, when we communicate from this fundamental plane, won't it be the simplest, and most honest? How pure, and how crystal clear.
And some day, we will realize this soul of silence. When silence becomes being. When our first point of contact with another being is from the silence, and not from the senses. When your senses feed your silence, and by choice, the river of silence between you and everything else.
You become being, and nothingness.
You are free.
And till then... there's English :)
-inspired largely by this post of pure beauty: http://misadventuresofaplainjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/may-you-find-your-river-ajeet-dada.html
