When quiet
has its way,
a subtle
glow may grow
inside the
heart’s heart.
One’s
furnishings reflect
a
different cast of light
when
silence fills the room.
Consonance
with core
allows a
laying down
of petty
weekday will.
All cells
become as servants
to a
Master higher than
the calls
of sense and self.
True,
jostlings and lacks
and
irritating chores
await the
coming down.
Dark evil,
multiform,
may offer
up its dirt,
and errors
their regret,
but in
this now, sweet now,
a subtle
glow is growing
inside the heart’s heart.