My love
is like the grasses
hidden in the deep mountain:
though its abundance increases,
nobody knows.
~ Ono No Yoshiki
Blessed are those ears
Which hear the secret
Whisperings of Jesus,
And give no heed to the
Deceitful whisperings of this world,
And
Blessed are the good
Plain ears which heed
Not outward speech but
What God speaks and
Teaches inwardly in the soul.