Words, Words, Words

So many Words! Our words…their words! They are mighty weapons, indeed. They cut or heal ~ to the core, to the center, to the soul of Being. Whether Being is our own or another or that of a Nation, the words we speak or compose with pen, spawn either life or death wherever…whenever they are formed.

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other. Mother Teresa

Be careful then, diligent and mindful then, what words to speak, what words to listen, what words to ingest and feed upon. For once a word takes root, it has life, it has strength, it has power to go to center, to soul, to Being.

The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on. J.G. Holland

Those words believed ~  left on their own, nourish Source; then what was broadcast, what was sown, will indeed be grown, when it is eaten, taken, believed in whole.  Whether peace or conflict depends, upon the Being who receives or rejects, those words cast so easily upon the waves of the wind.

If then, a harvest of sorrows grows sturdy in our midst, broadcast Words of forgiveness and compassion to subdue the errant words unto death.