I dream of gathering stones

when I am empty of the

virtues, when I cannot bear a

voice that speaks in words.

Silence is the boundless

realm of unknowing,

rendering me to all that is, to

everything Other, within the

steady solitude of faith, a

great sea, not of what the

eye sees, not of what the

mind thinks, but the

frightening depths of

presence. My only

praise: to gather

stones along the shore

and throw them back

into the unity.


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