"Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation."
How often I struggle to find the words.
How often I try to be wise and pithy and intelligent and ...
I feel the voices within me, soft but powerful voices that speak to my ears and my desires and my fingertips. To be, to create, to express and share all of this that I feel inside.
And yet I know that no matter how catchy the words I write or brilliant the art I paint, it is all poor translation.
So again and again, I return to the silence and enjoy the conversation. When it is done and the noise returns, I chime in with random words and hope that somehow,
you get the message.