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Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translations, says Rumi. Beyond the experience of deficient, negative silence in our lives, when the mind and heart becomes quiet and at times completely still and clean, we are pointed directly to the truth of our being. In the silence of all things the grooves and tendencies of the habitual mind stand out in vivid colour. In silence there is a falling away of name, form and self.
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