One of the thoughts... The Spoken Silence...

'Why can't we be who we really are?'  She thought.  

'Why don't we try to learn the language of silence? Listening with our eyes and feeling with our ears?'  He laughed, he judged her use of words, and tagged her with silly.  

 So she politely asked ' humor me and hear me out'...  

'Silence can be found in the eyes.  Look deeply into the eyes of a hurting person. You don't need to tell where the hurt is, we only need to be concerned about its meaning. Believe me we can tell, if it was hunger, if it was despair...  If it was a vanishing health or grieving a death...  We can tell...

If we just start to listen with our eyes we learn to speak silence, our silence...'  

He was startled, and started to believe.. He thought how so many times he looked into her eyes and shared her laughter or pain.  How many times he saw her vision and dreamt her dream.  

She continued 'maybe if learned silence we can regain some of what we lost. We can regain our mercy, we can be humane.  Because the scream of silence cannot be dimmed and cannot be stopped.  We will learn to hear each other's thoughts,  we will hear the purity of them.  We won't judge or label or blame, because the truth is in the spoken silence, and that cannot be masked and cannot be other than free'

He realized that he has learned to feel with his ears.  He felt every aahhh she said, and every tear drop he heard. He heard her innocence and felt it. 

Just a thought, one of the thoughts.