Silence is painful, but in silence things take form,
and we must wait and watch,
In us, in our secret depth, lies the knowing element
which sees and hears that which we do not see nor hear.
All our perceptions, all the things we have done, all that we are today,
dwelt once in that knowing, silent depth, that treasure chamber in the soul.
And we are more than we think, We are more than we know.
That which is more than we think and know is always seeking and adding to itself
while we are doing - or think we are doing nothing.
But to be conscious of what is going in our depth is to help it along.
When subconsciousness becomes consciousness,
the seeds in our winter-clad selves turn to flowers,
and the silent life in us sings with all its might.
