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One day, I approach the old man of the village and ask him: How do you listen and hear the sounds of the critters beneath the ground? How do you sing and the mountains join your tune? And he responds with: I do not judge, I do not blame I do not lie, never light the flame The answer is to never boast To never speak when the words seem crude I do not see it is night by the sky's appearance But by the crickets' chirping in the tall, lofty trees I hear the ground speak and I stop to listen I do not continue on until I've heard it all So to answer your question, If you stop to listen then you will hear everything If you take the time to linger to observe what they all have to say If you sing and let the mountains take notice of your song Then they will accept it and start to take note If you speak with honesty and integrity To always be selfless and kind Then the wind, cruel and strong, Will start to realize what you are saying How you are saying it, The tone of how you speak changes everything. [Extracted from the article] |
