there
where there is nothing
The silent spark
and remnant nestles in
a point of my heart
still hanging unattached
God's
elemental point
Temple of temples
Holy of holies
need I say it again
Love
The abbey
is within me
my truth resides there too
living out from in
It's not the rule
which makes the monk
it's the monk
which makes the rule
What rule
directs the birds to sing
what purposes known but to them
what given beauty do they bring
in voice to break the silence
