The most important voice we could ever hear doesn't have a voice at all. The silence within the heart isn't devoid of sound or images. The silenec within us is often deafening with the volume of its truth. The silence is often so confronting because it asks us to face what we already know.

Silence is only a virtue when we're truthful about sharing word for word what we hear in our heart. It's never virtuous to hold back or silence a truth that lives inside us. No matter how the outside world might perceive it.

It's not our work to judge a truth within us so critically that we never even express it. This ends up being one of the main regrets of the dying - that we didn't say out loud what was repeating itself already in the silent knowing of the heart.

Silence is when we have overcome all the egoic powers that would have us believe that we are anything other than love. Silence is being submerged in love. Silence is when all we hear is the steady stream of what the heart has to say. And joy is simply the courage to express it. Word for word. Saying only what the heart already knows.

When the ego is silent, what do I hear my heart share?