What Was in that Sentence?

What were in those words?

Walking through the fog along some imaginary railroad track in time-traveling mode I go on a search

What was that sentence? What was that phrase? What were those words? That somehow changed everything?

And when were those words spoken? And to whom? By whom? If the words had been different where might I now be?

Which words were forks in the road? Which words led me astray? Which words ended things? Which words divulged the truth?

And which words hid the truth? Which ones pointed out self-deceptions? Which ones revealed exactly that which we needed to know?

There is a dial within us which we can turn and tune into frequencies without words; feelings without judgment

We can start to feel our way through the tsunami of words through the meanings behind meanings through the endless mind chatter

It can be called a word meter We can flip it to Off and the words disappear there is nothing left but true feeling

Words can tie everything together into neat, tidy, formulaic novels that never tell the whole stories that never fully reproduce the feelings

But they point the way to the intricate connection between stories between gut-wrenching experiences

We are all connected all our stories are connected all our histories are connected and so are our feelings

We can never say a word that does not have the potential of changing everything of setting everything off on a different path

We make stories, we tell stories we share what is written on our souls by sharing our stories we share our love

And by sharing our love we connect to that oneness with which we need no words to plug into

Meanwhile our words are our art as are other things we communicate that which permeates below what we experience

We strive for the connection that electrical charge that sudden sense of knowingness that seductive epiphanic revelation

We talk. We write. We share. Though the answers come in silence In that silence we remember why we sing

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