Our hearts and minds change from moment to moment, just as the clouds shift in the evening sky as the sun goes down. Who are we to think we have grasped the true nature of our souls? The Buddha-mind within us will not be constrained by the limits of language.If there is only Mind, and if my mind is merely the specific local expression of this Whole Mind, then Buddha-mind is awakened specificity of sparse articulation of seamless elocution barely faintly sounding as simple serene stillness.
-- Abbess Fushimi, "Shedding Light" (Tricycle)
So little need be said. The gift seems to be unsaying before speech what my mind threatens with breath to satisfy some primal reactive impulse aimed at cutting away or eliminating the perceived trespass against "my" self and its huffy projection.
De-word that breath! Let it free without vibration of sound or squiggle of ink.