The universe makes a sound — is a sound. In the core of this sound there's a silence, a silence that creates that sound, which is not its opposite, but its inseparable soul... Silence is a flower, it opens up, dilates, extends its texture, can grow, mutate... It can watch other flowers grow and become what they are.
As we live, we are transmitters of life. And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us ... And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work, life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready and we ripple with life through the days.
Give, and it shall be given unto you is still the truth about life ... It means kindling the life-quality where it was not, Even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
If, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.
Even if it is a woman making an apple dumpling,
or a man, a stool,
if life goes into the pudding, good is the pudding,
good is the stool,
content is the woman, with fresh life rippling in to her,
content is the man.
~ "We Are Transmitters" by D. H. Lawrence thanks to Roger Woolger
