It was a stromy night.. the wind was blowing through the tree leaves making a hustling sound.. it sounded so ghostly… you could almost feel a shadow walk in the next room.. may be it was just the shadow of a curtain,..but for that split second, your heart sank.. u missed a beat or two.. ur heart sent a message to your brain…telling you that you are scared..which language was that?????
You were walking on a sunny day.. holding the little fingers of your kid… you were enjoying the sun ..and feeling good that you are able to spend time with your kid.. you felt nice that you could afford all the luxuries of life for your kid.. and then across the road, you see a poor mom.. trying to shield her kid from the sun with her torn dress.. the kid is crying.. you do not see much hope for the kid..except that he will have to brave his life through poverty.. tears roll down your eyes as your heart sends a message to your mind..you feel your kid’s finger as you decide to donate a few clothes to charity the next day.. which language was that?????
If the heart has no language….. why do people fight over languages..lands.. race..culture…?
When the heart speaks to the brain, it talks the language of love.. then why do our eyes not speak the same language? why do we see black, white and brown… when all hearts see only a divine flame of light.. a light of hope.. a hope based on love
