Speak No Words
Speak no words
let the conversation be between
the rising and falling of the breath.
Here, everything a soul would say finds expression.
Hear, that song your eyes tell you of instantly
in the eyes of the Beloved, beloved.
Do you remember the gift,
the gift that is given each moment
you hold your gaze right here?
"Itís so timeless," you say.
And in our meeting, grace rains down,
joy leads the way!
Speak no words,
the conversation is the rising and falling...
Matisha ~ Winter 1996/'97
© 1997 Matisha