If I have thought of him, he is mine. What then do I wish to make of this piece of my mind? A garden or a slaughterhouse? My mind holds everything in a vast circle of pure spirit. I cannot think a disturbing thought without requesting that everything share in my distress. And I cannot be at peace without offering peace to the entire world that peoples my thought.
Because listening is love, love can be transmitted through silence as easily as through words and deeds. And without love, there are no deeds, and no communication has actually taken place.
Hugh Prather