“ No man is his costume, it is only what he wears to the dance. ”
What whispers from the center of the soul is an innocence—so loving, so pure, so divine—that the sage bows and the wise man weeps at the sound of its soft singing.
~ Heather K. O'hara
What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.
We each bring our own unique beauty to the world, and how blessed we are to have the freedom to find that beauty in each other.
It is in the last step that one finds the unfathomable beginning; it is in the aloneness that one discovers himself never alone; it is in the deep silence that one hears the hidden music—the chant of eternity, the illuminated whisper of love.
