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Of Wordless

"The universe is reflected in the mirror of the Self, like a city reflected in a lake.”
                                                        - Shankara

.....Words do not possess intrinsic meanings; however, when uttered from the deepest core of being, they become spontaneous outpourings of the Heart. Like the fragrance of gardens carried effortlessly by the wind, they join the dance of existence, transcending the commonplace. In this glorious moment, a silence from beyond begins to unfold. When words stem from the Heart, they out of the blue appear significant and full of meaning; a meaning that passeth understanding, nurturing a profound seeing. 
The same seemingly meaningless words transform into a Gita or an Upanishad or a Bible and something of the Wordless starts descending into the words. Thus, the individual is also meant to unveil this hidden meaning in the miraculous experience of being human. Ultimately, all mystic schools, including Upanishadic ones, unite on the notion that even words must be transcended, unlearned; much like the finger pointing to the Moon."

Dr Deepak Bijalwan 

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