In prayerful solitude I find not only God and myself but the world and all in it, not as it sees itself but as it stands in reality.
In the forest
was a path
which led on,
and on as if an access
to a deeper realm —
a place where peripherals,
the eddies at the edge of things,
were all forgotten,
and I entered
a silence of green,
became a soundless vortex
moving through stillness.