“What the Caterpillar Calls the End, the Rest of the World Calls a Butterfly” – Lao Tzu

A final piece Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life . 

Evolving. A seed becomes a tree. The ocean becomes rain. We become a heartbeat. It all begins, ends, and evolves into another life of its own.

Once a seed breaks through darkness, it reaches for the light and grows.

Once the ocean welcomes the sunrise, it lifts itself towards the light and celebrates the meeting of air and water.

Once the mother labors, the heartbeat is born into the light to grace it with its presence.

On the other side of darkness, lives the light. On the other side of an ending, lives a new beginning. And whatever WE call the end, may very well be a beautiful evolving into a new beginning.

 

“Speak Only If It Improves Upon the Silence” – Gandhi

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

In silence, some of our minds are loud. Many of us are rummaging through all the clutter that pollutes our train of thought and often times, we reveal through oral dictation, the very polluted thoughts we have; from biased opinions, to judgments, and uneducated guesses, to rotten remarks. Silence has had no choice but to be invaded by the unfiltered thinking cap of our brain and the lack of consideration of our ego; an off-key composition.

Our words are our responsibility. It is our music. What we say and what we write, shapes our ability to impact our world. The way we speak to people, the way we speak to ourselves impacts the energy we are sharing with one another. We are directly accountable for how we make a person, a discussion, and a room full of people feel after we have disrupted the silence living there before we shared our thoughts.

A polluted mind cannot speak well into the silence. It needs to sit with it, allowing the silence to aid it in clearing the air. To introduce notes to complete a lovely tune. Once the air is clear, silence will welcome the words that will fill the air with the melody of our song. Please make it one worth singing, followed by a standing ovation.

Listen, when the silence speaks.

 

Listen, when the silence speaks
It’s not in words that which you seek
It lives in the quiet of the dawn
And in the sunset once it’s gone
It comes uncovered in the night
When darkness sets, embracing light
Listen, when the silence speaks
It’s not in words that which you seek