There is a tender sense of silence, without prayer to or from

There is a tender sense of silence, without prayer to or from. In the moments of our own silence we are welcomed, as both stranger and friend. We need to allow this presence to be with us, not in defined moments, but as a flow. The river is here, not hidden behind the bank or crossing the horizon. In the tranquility of the moment there is no moment, nothing defined or captured. This world is seeped with the other, soaked with the dew of timelessness.

~ from THE SIGNS OF GOD by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
The Signs of God
By Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee PhD