I stretch out the ropes from spire to spire; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each [person] a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
~ Dag Hammarskjold in MARKINGS