Stillness has a unique Beauty,
An unmoving Sublimity,
But my nature is such,
That I cherish, even more,
The rustling of leaves,
The gentle swaying of branches,
In the sudden arising of a Breeze…
The Unseen, moving the seen.
And so it is, in the world within,
Where, resting in the Serenity of Stillness,
My Heart leaps at the Unseen Touch,
Of Her movement through my Soul,
The senses Rustling in Ecstasy,
The Whole Being swaying in Delight,
For which there are no words.
Moved by the Unmoving,
The Unseen, moving the seen.
