Words speak me more than I speak them. Words come unbidden and flow through some mystical core that lives inside me, linking into thoughts and dreams that are exotic yet familiar. Some of the most powerful words are silent echoes of the past and future coalescing in some sacred dance.
We are told that words create worlds, the one we live in, and the ones we dream. And yet we toss and juggle our words without thought, often leaving behind swirls of confusion or regrets. Or perhaps a world that we do not want to live in. Perhaps broken hearts, including our own.
What if we knew that we were speaking the world into existence, how would our words change? What would we say to a lover or a friend or a stranger? What words would we speak in the face of challenges or successes? Would our words of gratitude outweigh words of anger? Would we offer heartfelt apologies rather than seek to justify and blame?
Each of the words we use to weave the stories of our past into our future has a color and a texture and a tone that reflects our true underlying beliefs. We might say we crave a future of prosperity or love, yet our words create a future of scarcity and loneliness. Perhaps this is why silence is a form of praise. In silence we reflect before we speak, we seek clarity before we explain, we find deep meaning before we create. Perhaps silence is where words of truth are born.