There is a voice that speaks through silence
Letting us know
Who we really are resides in where we really are
Inhabitants of a place where time
Circulates through the very makings of our bodies
In living relationship with each other
In natural continuity
Here, we do not struggle for existence
We live and die in breathing
From one form to another
Inspiring and expiring
In endless relay
We do not survive the isolation of the fittest
Reigning supreme over deserted scene
There is no end to possibility
In omnipresent, receptive space –
That ever-present Prayer
Ever calling for response
From who knows where
Into who knows here
The vitality of the intangible
In all that’s tangible
For a while
