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Cezanne_pears     Beauty lives in the language outside language. Where is the language that exists outside itself? It lives in the territory we call "indescribable." We sense that any language, even that of the most gifted poets, can never adequately communicate the beauty we may experience.
   This does not mean we shouldn’t try. In fact, the more we try, the more we find the energy to educate ourselves to see beauty. And the more we try to express our own versions of her, the more we are likely to appreciate the language that lives in the indescribable.
   Painters, photo artists, and musicians, to pick three examples, speak to us with a different language. What does photo artist Alfred Steiglitz tell us about beauty in his famous image below? What does the pianist tell us when she plays Chopin? What does Cezanne tell us about pears in his paintings that feature them? (see left)
   Love lives in the language outside language. We try to describe her. But since Love is God, she cannot be captured except in the language outside words – the place where we feel something we cannot speak. The touch lovers give each other can speak ecstasy without words. When the lovers add words, like "I love you" those words can take on a meaning beyond the language used.
   Agony also lives in the language outside language. This is why it is so critical that caregivers come to understand the language of pain…

Steiglitz   Caregivers help heal pain through an unseen pathway we describe with a word: empathy. Patients in pain understand the gift of empathy. They know it when they receive it as they feel their pain ease a bit.
   The typical American organization – whether a company or a charity, focuses enormous energy on things that can be counted and measured. But this obsession with measurement creates the dangerous illusion that the only important part of the world is that which can be measured. If it can’t be measured, some would say, it doesn’t matter.
   We know that the opposite is true. How can we live Love in our lives? How can we create cultures of caring where everyone, starting with leadership, appreciates that, as Antoine de St. Exupery wrote in his masterpiece, The Little Prince, "It is only with the heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye"?

-Erie Chapman

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3 responses to “Days 203 & 204 – The Language Outside Language”

  1. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    At no other time are words more shallow than when someone suffers a loss. We humans tend to want to rush in with rescuing words that leave the hurting person feeling more isolated and alone. If only we could join with them to rest in silence and allow our hearts to melt into One.
    “Words serve only as mute gestures pointing to the irreducible, ineffable dimension where God subsists” (Martin Buber).
    The following excerpts are from a precious little book called “When God is Silent” by Barbara Brown Taylor. For me, her words resonate and share meaning with the gift of today’s meditation.
    “How shall I break the silence? What word is more eloquent than silence itself? In a moment before a word is spoken, anything is possible. The empty air is formless void waiting to be addressed. Depending on what is said, earth could be all ocean, a blue waterworld in space. Anything is possible until Gad exhales, inspiring the void first with wind and with the word, which is both utterance and act, which makes something out of nothing by saying that it is so. God says, and the logos yields the cosmos.”
    “Without limits we would have no feel for the infinite. Without lmits we would be freed from our longing for what lies beyond. It is precisely our inability to say God that teaches us who God is. When we run out of words, we are very near the God whose name is unsayable. The trying is essential to our humanity. It is how we push language to the limit so that we may listen to it as it falls, exploding into scripture, sonnet, story, song. All these may fail in the end to name the living God but they fail like shooting stars. God remains among us like music (and the Holy Spirit as the breath that brings both word and music to life).”

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  2. Karen York Avatar
    Karen York

    I am without words more often than not and feel completely inadequate when asked to describe my feelings. If my tears had words, I would perhaps be one of the best poets alive, for they are likely to be my expression of great beauty, pain, gratitude, love.

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  3. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    I came across this poem the other day and I thought I’d offer it up.
    Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking ~by Walt Whitman
    Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
    Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,
    Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
    Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
    leaving his bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
    Down from the shower’d halo,
    Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as
    if they were alive,
    Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
    From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
    From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and
    fallings I heard,
    From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as
    if with tears,
    From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in
    the mist,
    From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,
    From the myriad thence-arous’d words,
    From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
    From such as now they start the scene revisiting,
    As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
    Borne hither, ere all eludes me, hurriedly,
    A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
    Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,
    I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,
    Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them,
    A reminiscence sing.

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