The Current of Stillness
– Reflections on Life & Love –
She moves in Her Stillness
Understands in Her Wholeness
Creates endless though Formless
And embraces the Boundless
She gives freely Her Charity
Paints marvelously Her Beauty
And whispers softly Her Truth
Though Her end is to Nowhere
She travels through Goodness
Is moved by Her Passion
And steered by Her Reason
In your Self you will find Her
Reflected and Woven
In communion with All.
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