To journey into the interior world within
love must already be awakened.
For love to awaken in us:
Let go ... Let be ... Be silent
Be still in gentle peace
Be aware of opposites,
Learn mindfulness and forgetfulness.
Sometimes, when a bird cries out,
Or the wind sweeps through a tree,
Or a dog howls in a far off farm,
I hold still and listen a long time.
My soul turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, were my brothers and sisters.
My soul turns into a tree...