It’s not just the flapping of lips I’m talking about. It’s the quality of the way you treat the world.
Talk is cheap. Talk is fake. It’s not the words that express truth. It’s the quality that is put behind them. Words don’t mean so much. The way you say them means everything. Knowledge is never grounds for respect. Only the way you treat life is.
I don’t care what you know. I care how you act. I care about the way you make others feel. I care about the way you look at the tress and touch the animals. I care about the way you say you love your friends and learn from your enemies. I love how you love yourself the most. I love the way you talk about what you do and why you do it. How simple your words are. How beautifully each one sings from your heart.
I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you’ve done. I will look at you and know the truth. You will look into my eyes and see yourself. Listening is not a matter of words. It is a matter of life or death. When you talk you’re dead. Nothing new is coming from you. You say what you already know. Listening is life. It’s always new. It’s always learning. It growing and love and abundance. We don’t need to talk much. We need to grow a lot. We need to grow very much if we are to make our talking worth while. We must sharpen our sword 9 times and strike down our enemies once. We must listen like lovers. We must talk like listeners.