There is a certain language of life that speaks through the weave of experience only. This language has no particular syntax or rules of formulation. When it is communicated, we hear it loud and clear by a voice that appears to understand something about soul. It speaks through the openings in our hearts, and tells a story that inspires our spirits to soar. Sometimes, this language emerges through concentrated instances of phenomenological synchronicity. Other times, this language may write itself into our lives through more potent, articulated, and developed time spans of experience--where entire days, months, or even years interweave in a kind of poetic revery that can ignite our very awakening. In these types of meta-linguistic musings, symbolism becomes syntax, repetition is rhythm, meaning is measure--and ultimately, awe and wonder become punctuation marks at the end of the message delivery ... !