Tales From The Tea House
The Seller Of Words
Many centuries ago, in a city somewhere in the middle of a hot, dry and mountainous land, there lived a small man with a long grey beard who sold words.
He had a small shop deep inside the busy souk. A single dull oil lamp lit it, and he would sit on cushions, quite still, in the middle of the floor waiting for people to come.
And come they did. To buy words, of comfort or advice.
The small man with the long grey beard would have them sit on the floor before him, and he would listen to their motives for coming. The reasons were always different. Yet, at the core, all the same. They had either fears or fantasies, desires and passions, needs and wants, all very human and individual yet familiar to all.
So he listened.
Because to sell words, you must first collect them. To do that you must learn to listen to them. Listen with all your being.
First, listen and then speak.