In the universe there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
~ William Blake in THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL
In this latter part of life, my prayer of the heart is most often without words. My tongue is stilled. My mind is stilled. The prayer of the heart becomes the heart's own respiration. I breathe in and I breathe out. It is God's breath. God breathing in, God breathing out. It is God's breath breathing me.