| BkI:1.I.3 | In this refuge fly freely and forever the birds of the sky, shine in all their glory the lilies of the field, sing eternally the angels who chant their hymns in praise of the immortal human spirits. Everything is a rhythmic sound of beauty and a melody of song and gratitude. Everything is light. In this refuge, in whose solace everything exists and nothing can be threatened, waters dance and amethysts shine, giving joy to everything in everything, in endless existence. A bee creates honey that sweetens life. A caterpillar, wrapped in its silk, begins to weave a new cocoon that will start a new life. Everything vibrates to the beat of the eternal harmonies in this refuge of Divine Love, where words are muted and astonishment and reverence replaces language. Silence, expectation, astonishment. |