Silently a flower blooms, In silence it falls away; Yet here now, at this moment, at this place, The world of the flower, the whole of the world is blooming. This is the talk of the flower, the truth of the blossom; The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
There is healing in the universe. There is a fabric that holds things together. When it is ready . . . in its own good time, shall it not bind together . . . all of us?
