Birth Language

When was the last time you spoke the language of your birth? That language that is the birthright of all earthlings…

When was the last time you sensed the kind of acceptance that does not ask you for age, rank, education, and experience? The kind of acceptance to which all your psychological defense mechanisms fall useless…

When was the last time you didn’t need to measure yourself by your accomplishments or class, or hide behind all the accolades, or identify yourself with social roles, and just be… Human.

Or just be


When was the last time you felt communication and communion with those who share the language of your birth?

“This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.
” D.H. Lawrence

When was the last time you listened to a tree, a flower, the sea, the breeze?

“He who knows the surface of the earth and the topography of a country only through the examination of like a man who learns the opera of Meyerbeer or Rossini by reading only reviews in the newspapers. The brush of landscape artists Lorrain, Ruysdael, or Calame can reproduce on canvas the sun’s ray, the coolness of the heavens, the green of the fields, the majesty of the mountains…but what can never be stolen from Nature is that vivid impression that she alone can and knows how to impart–the music of the birds, the movement of the trees, the aroma peculiar to the place–the inexplicable something the traveller feels that cannot be defined and which seems to awaken in him distant memories of happy days, sorrows and joys gone by, never to return.” Jose Rizal

Come out… out of the shell, out of the life that keeps us bound, out of our manufactured selves. Come out and pay respect to your most staunch allies, those whose natures were made to coincide with yours. These allies inherently know you and accept you.

Come out to the world, to the earth —and pay your respects to the local tree who gives you oxygen, smile with the flower who showers you with beauty, and play with the breeze who knows all your secrets!

And at the end of the day, give gratitude for having so many who don’t care who you are — they simply love you for you, because you exist in the same commune as they do.

It’s in your nature.


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