The soul’s natural inclination to love beauty is the trap God most frequently uses in order to win it and open it to the Breath from on high.
Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flow, the whole of
the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower,
the truth of the blossom;
The glory of eternal life is fully shining
here.