Battle of the Mouth-Noise Artists

It's...the absence of words.

Oh, sure! Their manager speaks a bit, but the mouth-noise artists express themselves so perfectly with their sounds...

And the police roll-up and subsequent wipe-down had me in stitches!

So I also wondered about this, in terms of creation.

How do I share my journey beyond words?

As I explore the emptiness of my self, my shrinking chittris often ask how to create a map of my musings.

The release of words is so beyond words, yet...the prison of words can be described with words, and even so, the process of tearing down the walls.

Would anyone care to see?

God Visits a Prayer Group

Words make a mockery of silence, though they are born of silence. Where is the respect a parent is due?

Authority and respect: how often I have heard (and felt) those in authority, demanding respect.

The respect of the parent: is it due?

If the child is unintended, then they are simple a vehicle for chance, and the power of life to flow through those chances.

If the child is intended, there is some will in the choice; yet again, man cannot create life, other than the life his or her body let's them.

And the source of life?

Why, that is you. You.
The Source of All, and the Source of You. You or you. Yes.

You might imagine you know the Source of Life...yet how long have you searched?

How long have you gazed at life?

Though, perhaps, you are just realizing...

The same way when you are calm and centered, you can feel the gaze of another upon you...

You realize the Gaze is upon you, through you, is you.

The last thought, the last letting go of thought, that terrifying stepping stone of belief, the cliff edge, the last strand of stem of the ripening fruit before it's fall..

We know it is there.

Yet we have not found it, and why?

Keep looking, and all will be revealed.