Come close and listen before speaking.
Put aside the Psalms,
The King’s sagely ring.
And flip open the first page
In your great book.
There, pour out the ink of your soul
And let the drops fall off the page.
Never passing a moment to witness
The falling and the absence of color.
Follow the trail
Of every last drop.
Then behold the door
To the room.
That is really a heart.
The place for which we have been searching is always the place in which we have secretly been standing.