You never enjoy the world aright,
Till the sea itself flows in your veins,
Till you are clothed with the stars.
~ Thomas Treherne
... the silence in the mind
is when we live best, within
listening distance of the silence we call God ...
It is a presence, then,
whose margins are our margins;
that calls us out over our own fathoms.
What to do, but to draw a little nearer
to such ubiquity by remaining still?