The orchestra of trees performing in front of me guided by a strong breeze speaks to me of time, liberation, strength and beauty, without any word.
In my dreams I see the strange, comical, the grotesque. There are no words in my dreams. Yet at times my dreams have meaning.
We learned to make sounds by reacting, imitating. Through the times words or series of sounds have changed our world. Still our own truth remains in our eyes, wordless.
From happiness to despair – any sensation we experience is beyond words, for language is a shell.
Words diminish the intensity of sensations. We moan and groan in pleasure and pain, needless of words. Our stories described through words are always incomplete.
Subconsciously we make decisions all the time. We do not really think in words when we perform spontaneous actions. Words are for complex ideas.
What we say without using words is of great significance. We doubt words but hardly body language.
Words don’t reveal our true intentions. By sharpening our observation we are able to identify nonverbal deception.
Silence is the language of god. Silence is golden. It is by silence we may solve problems whereas a million words may render fruitless.
The God we commonly perceive is silent. Lest we follow suit, for the world is not just. We have to break the silence often.
The world without words can provide us with meaning. Perhaps, the world without words is the real world. We are able to enter this world using meditation.