This I believe.

I believe in language.
Creo en el idioma.
Je crois en la langue.
Speaking is the language of the mouth, but there's so much more.
Music is the language of the soul,
Books are the language of the eye,
Movement is the language of the body,
Wind is the language of the earth,
Addiction is the language of the scared,
and
Love is the language of it all.
So where does communication fit in?
everywhere.
communication triggers reaction
and reaction
is the language of the mind
so speak,
and react,
so you can feel,
and comprehend
what language is.
I believe language is much more than dialects, words and inflections.
Language is the only way to create a gateway into your own mind for others to see,
and language is the only way to receive an invitation into the minds OF others.
I believe language is above words,
I believe language is what's behind the words.
I believe language is an alcoholic soaking it all in.
I believe language is a baby kicking inside the womb.
I believe language is remaining loyal
and
I believe language is betrayal.
Silence is the language of a mute
and
Lying is the language of a politician.
the emptiness in all of our lives
is caused by an absence of communication
which means an absence of reaction
which means an absence of language
which means an absence of everything
which means a presence of nothing.
Language is the sounds of hammers to the railroad
and the sounds of a pen to a check.
I believe language is
Saying "I hate you" but meaning "I love you"
I believe
Peace is the language of the children
and
War is the language of the adults.
Which means,
children speak love, and adults speak hate.
Which means,
Mommy and Daddy, who bring out the games on friday night game night, and tuck you in and vacuum the rug and say please and thank you and who smile and who have the ability to create unity with a pen and paper and an open mind, are the mass murderers.
and Little boy and little girl, who scream and cry, and steal and hit, and squish bugs and make messes and break expensive necklaces, are pacifists.
Yesterday is the language of grandpa
and
Tomorrow is the language of grandson.
So who speaks today?
Do none of us?
Or do all of us?
Virginia Woolf once said
"Language is wine upon the lips"
I believe that
and
I believe we have too much sour language
and not enough ripe.
We all have to speak
we all have to think
we all have to see
feel
smell
taste
breath
hear.
I believe language is the equilibrium of them all.
I believe we all have our language
and I believe
we all NEED our own language
for
people can sing and laugh and drink and speak for us
but no one can
feel for us
no on can react for us
Our mind is vast
so our language should grow with it
and move in it
and become it
and consume it
like an ant building, and living in and dying in it's anthill.
We create our language
We should be willing to call it our
own
whether we call it
taal
langage
Sprache
linguaggio
língua
sadness
hapiness
paint
jazz
sex
him
her
love
hate
questions
answers
God-breathed
pretentious
dumb
or just
simple
We must own it and call it something
I believe we must have a language
and communicate with it
now
not later
I believe
waiting
turns your language
into regret
I believe
our languages will disassociate themselves from the tower of babel
and harmonize
in a most beautiful tone
I believe you should speak and react
but not forget
to feel and hear
because the language of the wind
won't remain silent forever