Tuesday, February 28, 2012

When the Soul listens....

When the Soul listens, it already speaks a language that lives.
The softest of whispers have language and meaning:
Leaves in the trees chattering with one another,
Currents in the streams,
Clapping loudly and in agreement,
Wind and rain and clouds,
Whisper of God’s holy feet,
Speaking and revealing
The deep hidden Word so sweet,
When the Soul listens….

Guido Gezelle
(freely translated from Dutch)

Thursday, February 23, 2012


Art does not reflect the visible, art makes visible the invisible.
(Paul Klee)

Saturday, February 11, 2012


The cold that wants to make us small and narrow
makes us shrink and crawl away.

This is the time of the mysterious germinating,
of the rising light.

Increasing glow and appearance
In the hidden places
already present.

(author unknown)