The blade was
blunt from years of disuse. The metal had lost its shine - the
leather having worn its years with grace, even so, it hung from the
wall with pride and dignity for having been passed down from
generation to generation. Knowing that no blood that burst from the
sword, no harm had been caused and no life lost. This royal sword sat
in its silence like a beautiful picture on a mantelpiece. Silence in
peace, in acceptance, in understanding of its creation. Like the old
saying goes "Empty vessels make a lot of noise". So absolutely true
of those who babble incomprehensibly, endlessly, with nothing to
say. Contemplation in silence, understanding in peace, with
satisfaction in the heart can only bring forth bliss….and a
quietening of the soul in search of the inner self, by attaining
unity with, and total awareness of, the higher
Hush, hush …. Listen to that supreme inner voice….
listen … listen.