We are speaking the same language…
Even when we all come from different countries, even when we all had another upbringing, even when we have different believes and speaking different words, we all speaking the same language, the language of our soul!
I went to my laundry shop the other day and the beautiful balinese girl Wayan turned around and watched at me with eyes full of tears. I could feel her pain, I could feel her suffering, I could see the drops of her soul falling down her cheeks. There were no words I could express in English that she understands, but there were the gaze into each others eyes, holding her hand for a minute, strike her soft and brown skin and sharing my compassion and love with her! In these moments the soul talks, in these moments there is a communication without words, there is an understanding without sentences.
It was the same day I had a walk on the beach and I stopped , when I saw the children jumping into the waves, turning from one side to the other, splashing water into the air, running towards each other, embracing and laughing. Their eyes were bright shining, talking the language of joy and happiness, full of life . They had so much fun, as they were giggling and shared their experience of pure joy with each other. I was touched again and saw that communication without words, so easy to feel and understand.
A tear is a tear and a smile is a smile, wherever we go in the world and our hearts speak the universal language without any barriers of words....
Lets communicate on a soul and heart level, listen with a deeper understanding and there will be no more misunderstandings …
What a beautiful thought…
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