Silence is a golden thing.
There are so many aspirations, dreams and ambitions we have- the moment we begin to talk about them to others - in words and casual phrases, they just seem to lose their personal meaning.
It is as if the words like salt catch moisture, become turgid and plonk down into the bottom of our soul.
The soul cannot fly with words in its belly.
Wordlessness is an inherent condition for art to be first born. All books are wordless when they are born.
Perhaps that is why meditation is so much about silencing our inner and outer voices.
These are inchoate thoughts as of now but they have a prenatal coherence. ....to be contd.
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