In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each person a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
I praise You in the silence of my heart, for your steadfast love, O my Beloved; I offer prayers of gratitude O Holy One of the universe . My heart leaps for joy, as I whisper to You in the night -- my soul also, which You renew within me.
