Talking, talking, spinning a spell, pale skin of words that closes me in like a coffin. Not in a language that anyone any longer understands.
Rushing, degenerate mutter of noises I send out before me wherever I creep, like a dragon burning his way through vines and fog.
(John Gardner)
The most dangerous of goods, language, is given to man.
(Friedrich Hölderlin)
Words have meaning and their own story coming into being.
Words express what we were, what we are and what we will become.
Words embodied with intention cast spells.
What are you casting and conjuring for yourself and others?
Recognise the sacredness in words and the language they create.
Infuse words with meaning and intention to give purpose to language.
Desacred, the words and language are souless, become meaningless, lose their purpose.
Give back to the word its soul.
Make the language of transition sacred.
Communicate the intricacies of what is being created with truth, empathy, compassion, courage, joy, responsibility and unconditional love.
Rewriting our stories requires new words and a new language.
Communicate with the heart, to the heart, without intermediaries, to find the common unity that we remember and we dream of.
Once we imagine what will come, we jointly co-create our reality to then materialise it in this plane of existence.
Yo lo Creo//
I believe and so it is
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