Those Who Know

Those who speak don't know. Those who don't speak know. Or is it those who know don't speak. Those who don't know speak. I like them both. I do know that the more I truly know, the less I feel the need to speak. When I was trying to figure out what I knew and wanting to believe what others told me I should, I did a lot of speaking like I knew. I guess I was hoping it would help convince me. Now I find greater pleasure in letting others speak. I enjoy hearing what they have to say and I realize that what they think doesn't change my inner knowing. I have nothing to prove or defend. My knowing sits deep within. I am able to listen. For the first time in my life I am really listening. Not just shutting my mouth while I wait for my turn to open it back up. I'm actually fascinated by how others see the world and their beliefs in no way threaten mine.

I know what Lao Tzu is speaking of when he talks about sitting in our inner knowing. I like to call it sitting in my inner silence. There is strength in silence. Rumi says: Silence is the language of God. All else is poor translation.

I love how the Universe never shouts. It never argues. It just goes about its business of serving us. Painting sunsets and rainbows in the sky. Sending down rain and sunshine. Rolling rivers to the sea. Raising grass on the prairies. Nature is too busy creating to posture and make cases. She goes about her business for she knows what she is all about. She is busy fulfilling the measure of her creation and she has nothing to prove. She lives to bless and her works speak for her. No need to testify or make a case.

Those who know have no need to show. They just go and their going is glorious to behold.