I Grow Silent. Dear Soul,

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.