Rumi says: "There is a voice that doesn't use words." ...
And there are words that at times find a shyness in explications that which is bound to the mysteries of the mind and soulful wanderings. It's ironic how our mind tackles our hearts in shackles for the enjoyment of control, or is it the other way around, mind you, we continue to enslave our selves to boundaries beyond our bounds, all without accepting that we have already been sold to a Master, He who is the Origin, the Creator of our very subsisting dependence unto the Master, that which we live for, work for, love for and even die for, but it seems that in the day where slave-hood is engrossed in large distracting billboards and capitalistic material domination, our minds fools us to believe that we are free, without chains that bound us to selling our thoughts, our minds, our bodies, our labour and our values. Yet again, who do we live for? "There is a voice that doesn't use words.", for at times words are not worthy enough to be uttered in the vicinity of the Maker, the Holder, the Omnipotent.... yet still, yet again, we lose shame, lose fear, lose our place in this world to the lights that blind us into assuming that which isn't so.
So what? why bother? Because our inability to subjugate our minds to the real-ness of what surrounds us, to bring back to the ground that which flies higher than it can before realizing it flies with no wings in place, continues to chain their minds to constricted make-ups of our society. And with this we push to guard, question, act and react to that which forms our very identities and constructs.
Rumi asks one to use silence as a way to deconstruct the mysteries behind the voiceless words, to enable the digger room to dig without interruption of speech. But only in the submission to nothingness, to the surrender of a greater Holiness, we are truly free, enabled to once again return to the core of our being, and the reason of our existence; for nothing is without what forms its creation and its precise creation is no more than formed through His creation.
For true guidance, in effect, finds true pleasure in the characters the He names Himself, All-Mighty and Majestic; through patience, through generosity, through strength, and through light we are lifted from weakness, discontent, lifelessness and depressions; for the possession of good character is greater than the possession of great wealth. As such, we learn not to use the over-used, often over-rated means of words to move us, guide us and lift us from the places we are at. Regrettably, our tongues continue to roll in un-conspicuous forms that leave us haunted and anguished by the consequential damage that eats through our flesh.
Leaving us to return to the voiceless words that swim in the waters of our souls, warmly suited by our hearts for the pleasures of our poetic embrace.
Silence.
... leaving me only to ... breath a breath of many more breaths......
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