Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

Since Love Has Made Ruins Of My Heart The Sun Must Come And Illumine Them. Such Generosity Has Broken Me With Shame.

Look For The Answer Inside Your Question.

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

When I Am Silent, I Fall Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.