Silence formed by love to symbol
Sages and birds share a secret language … the Karmapa heard the plea of an owl from miles away, drove to the barn where it was trapped, freed it. Wherever King Solomon and his people made camp, the birds came to speak with him filling the sky with twittering and the sound of wings.
The moon’s waxing and waning is also a hidden script meant to be read by those who dwell on earth. Its syntax an undisclosed melody forming the words “Always Full.”
The trailing of the emerald ash borer.
The way leaves fall to ground.
The patterns of snowflakes.
Silence formed by love to symbol.
The hidden language of sages is made of symbols. Those who find safe harbor in words and sound cannot understand it, for language will never touch the Mystery we know and love. Those whose MindHeart has been purified in alchemical fire are the ones this language speaks to.
Listening is a fire. Stillness a blazing. Silence becomes a grammar. Appearance is known as symbol. And, when you speak this language, you will find the world full of the footprints of those who are made from wisdom.