Every Tree, Every Growing Thing

What In Your Life Is Calling You, When All The Noise Is Silenced, The Meetings Adjourned... The Lists Laid Aside, And The Wild Iris Blooms By Itself In The Dark Forest... What Still Pulls On Your Soul?

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret, And In Exchange Gain The Ocean.

We Often Need To Be Refreshed.