I can be a quiet person. It’s not that I have nothing to say, but words often fail to articulate the truth and specificity of what I think.

What nonsense we occupy our tongues with: ego’s output (a belch), reaction to circumstance (which we’ll regret reacting to later), defense of a self (that either is true enough it should not need defending, or false enough that it should welcome the rebuke), speculation, gossip, ridicule, correction, the assertion of the want we think we want.

 

This is not the voice inside.

This is not the peace inside.

 

If it is the mind that’s made to wander,
and the spirit that’s made to soar,
I’m certain it is the thoughtless tongue
that binds them both to earth’s cold floor.

 

‘If a man cannot understand my silence,
he will never understand my words.’
~ saying of the Desert Fathers

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