In silence was the Universe conceived, / In silence doth the heart of man seek out / That other heart to rest on; Nature’s soul / Yearns ceaselessly to give its speechless calm / Unto her restless children as they roam / Far from that central place which is their home.
Wouldst know thy Mother Nature face to face? / Wouldst hear her silent heartbeats? Close thine ears / And still thy senses; wouldst thou feel her arms / Enfold thy being? Thou must give thyself / In uttermost abandon to her will / That she may teach thee the one truth—be still!
The Injunction to Be Still
◊That she may teach thee the one truth—be still!
Be still—and from the Silence shall arise / A mem’ry of forgotten mysteries. / A healing peace descending on thy soul / Shall bear it up to regions beyond words / Where thou shalt learn the secrets of the earth, / Of wind and flame and how the stars have birth.
The Revelation Within the Silence
Then shalt thou know thy heritage of joy; / Borne on the pinions of the Bird of Life, / Tuned to the rhythm of revolving spheres, / Feeling with all that breathes, with all that strives / For union with its prototype above, / The silent comforter whose name is—Love.
◊The silent comforter whose name is—Love.
—Frances Polle.