ORIGIN’S ORIGINAL TRUTH
to burn my thorns,
to purify my life,
to take up service again
in the garden.
to rise free of passion and belief.
These tears are traces of you.
because the rest of it
is being said in the world
within your eyes.
It is not the same as in your room
when you have no one to talk to.
not the kind that happens
when living dogs are eating a dead one.
Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell,
for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend.
When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.
all else is poor translation.
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I begged the Wise One to tell me
the secret of the world.
Gently, gently, he whispered,
the secret cannot be spoken,
It is wrapped in silence.
Speech is a river.
When the ocean is searching for you,
don’t walk into the river.
Listen to the ocean.
Let the One who creates the words speak.
He made the door.
He made the lock.
He also made the key."
Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.
There is a voice that doesn’t use words, listen.
In silence there is eloquence.
Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
Let silence take you to the core of life.