In the silence we feel the Light penetrating, recharging, purifying, blessing us. We identify with the Light. Words and thoughts opening from this depth will have life--the Life that will create and endow all things with good.
Too late I loved you, O Beauty so ancient yet ever new! Too late I loved you! And, behold, you were within me, and I out of myself, and there I searched for you.
We pray least when we say most.
Love comes from within you. When you ask for love from one another, you miss the very source of love. When you give love to another, you find the source of love within you.
Inasmuch as love grows in you, so in you beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.