Silently a flower blooms, In silence it falls away; Yet here now, at this moment, at this place, The world of the flow, 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.
In the hollows of quiet places we may meet, the quiet places where is neither moon nor sun, but only the light of amber and pale gold that comes from the Hills of the Heart.
