experience

Where Words Fall Silent

There are moments in life when we realize how much we have been living inside words.

We narrate everything to ourselves.
We explain our feelings before we even feel them.
We rehearse responses before the moment arrives.
We turn every experience into a sentence, every emotion into a story.

It feels intelligent. It feels controlled. But somewhere along the way, the living part of life quietly slips past us.

Because life does not truly unfold in language.
It unfolds in experience.

Experience

In the dance of the river’s might,
It knows not its own power’s light.
Clouds drift by, but do they own
The river’s flow, its endless tone?

The sea, vast and wide, does it hold
Control over rivers, young and bold?
In nature’s symphony, all play their part,
Yet none own, none control, none apart.

Life’s journey, a rhythm so pure,
Experience its gift, of this be sure.
In the world of existence, take your cue,
Enjoy the dance, be one with the view.
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