We are so heavily invested in words; they consume so much of our selves. Think, for just one moment, of how much time and effort is spent day in and day out in words. When what do we ask of our great authors and poets? The greatest task that our great authors and poets shoulder is the burden of making words disappear, of pulling aside the veil and revealing to us so much more than the mere phonemes present on the page. Our greatest knowledge rests not within our words, not within any paltry collection of syllables and phrases. Our greatest knowledge resides within our bodies, behind the veil of words and thought. Like clothing hides our flesh, words hide our knowledge. Poets and artist throughout our history have glorified the beauty and purity of flesh while religions and institutions have condemned and feared the power of it. We clothe ourselves with words to hide the unbearable beauty of our knowledge, of the sense our bodies have of the world. We feel like how music sounds, a rhythm and flow, ebbing like a current through ourselves. So bright we have to hide it. Our greatest knowledge lies in our greatest self.
So, in a quiet and safe place, divest yourself of your words, just a little. Pull the veil back for just a peek. Like the poet, make the words disappear and flow with wordless, gliding river of your greatest self. Don't think, but live.
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