The Sadhana of Language and Words

I belong to a philosophy group which meets for several hours once a month. We are a small group of women who look at various issues and topics in a round table sort of way, philosophizing to our hearts content. This past weekend some of the topics included a DVD called The Secret, various languages and their sound current effects upon the psyche of the speaker, expression and what I am going to write about today; words.


Words, words, words. We use words to form expression. We use words to communicate. We use words to convey the majority of our emotions, sensations, thoughts, ideas. We use words to hear our own voice. We use our words precisely, sloppily, consciously, with disregard. We use words to stroke, sooth, slay and betray. There is a seemingly endless supply of words and a multitude of ways to use them for every situation or need….and yet we can be at a loss for words, find a place in which words cannot express, have no words, there are no words.


In particular we looked at the words “love and hate”, very powerful expressive words. In our society they are heard continually and with disregard. WE LOVE this or WE LOVE that. The same goes with hate. What does that mean? What do the words love and hate mean? Why have we taken these brilliant words of expression and ‘dumbed’ them down to express the trite and mundane? Why have we taken these words of distinction and placed them into a place of profound mediocrity?


One of the women in our group is from Russia. In Russia the words love and hate are passionate and potent. They are rarely used. A Russian might find oneself using these words less than a half a dozen times in a whole lifetime. They are not words which are acceptable for indulgence.


It caused us all to stop and consider. In a “modern, civilized” society why do we take what is sacred and hollow and make it pointless? Why do we take what is true and whole and compromise its integrity? Why have we lost our respect of language and expression? Words are such a gift. Expression is such an opportunity, personal and powerful. If we stop to think, to choose articulately what we want to say, the truest way to say it, how would that change the way we communicate? How would that affect the excess in which we live? How would it impact our psyches?


The discussion calls me to task. I want to look at my words, all words, in a different way. I want to look deep into the language of verbal expression and utilize its fullness; to expand into greater breadths, depths and heights of communication. A discipline, a sadhana of language in which I hone, with precision, through breath and stretch, the current of sound which flows forth from my mouth. I want to renew, within myself, the power of the spoken word, in the awareness of the gift and sacredness of a form of language which is only available to one species upon this planet. I want to move more fully into the awareness of my humanity and the abundance of possibilities therein. The gift of language is one of the most awesome gifts of the human experience. I would not tromp and stomp through a garden of flowers, so why would I choose to do so through a field of lovely words just waiting to show their face of expression.


If the human life brings the gift of human language, then I can bring the consciousness of articulation to the gift. I am curious as to affect this will bring, what discoveries will be made, what greater authenticity and joy will be revealed in the wakefulness of living fully as a human being.




*Thanks and gratitude to my fellow philosophers: Luda, Colleen, Sherri and Jai Hari Kaur


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