I am Sorry
Nothing in the Universe has more power than silence to reveal our truest sense and indefatigable potential.
I am in love with an ever-perfect beam of white pristine light, that has given in to silence and stands now revealed. What else could be more divine?
An analogy of words that first arise within our hearts and get manifested in the form of our writings can help us understand this distinction and underlying oneness.
Words when are knitted in silence, they carry within their bosom a quality of truth that warms our souls and sings melodies of the unmanifested divine.
Words when scrambled over a piece of pristine paper, limits the understanding as and when they become, but yet remain open to unique and amalgamated interpretation by as many versions of readers, measured in and by the permission granted to ‘truth’ to see meaning in the ‘meaning.’
Interpretations can certainly give meaning, but truth knows the meaning, the meaning that is ABSOLUTE and cannot be stepped upon or bent as per their wish.
I am sorry if I don’t include enough meaning because meaning has its own way of meeting our inner faculties.
Hence, truth sees the meaning and knows the meaning by virtue of being true, and even as we notice the ‘tangible variation’ in the future episode of presenting a sentence, the manifestation of the word still carries and reveals the one essence of which the ‘meaning’ truly speaks of.