The Heart is like a film exposed to light, sensitized to values, dark and bright, to shades of gray, the fugitive and sky, evading capture by the seeking eye. So, go in stillness to the rendezvous with Beauty, listen…she will speak to you in wordless speech. Accept what you have heard and do not limit it by thought or spoken word. Joy is artesian, pulsing, surging, flowing up. Put lips to the Heart’s red curve…its only Cup.” Continue reading The Silence (1/5)