I have one longing only: to grasp what is hidden behind appearances... What is my work? ... to let the mind fall silent that I may hear the Invisible calling.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Surely the holy one is not deaf.
He hears the delicate bells that ring
On the feet of an insect as it walks.
He hears the delicate bells that ring
On the feet of an insect as it walks.