Battered; ill; aghast –
Lost in my own ruin –
Sometimes I am weak enough
To enter You.
~ Rumi
Silence and music
Ebb and flow:
Beauty of bird-song,
The silence that follows:
Afterglow which warms the heart
Sets us yearning
For our own soul-song:
Journey in silence
Take the path of Mystery
To the music of your heart.