THOU SHALT dwell in silence in my heart like the full moon in the summer night. Thy sad eyes shall watch over me in my wanderings. The shadow of thy veil shall rest upon my heart Thy breath like the full moon in the summer night shall hover about my dreams, making them fragrant.
WHEN BELLS sounded in your temple in the morning, men and women hastened down the woodland path with their offerings of fresh flowers. But I lay on the grass in the shade and let them pass by. I think it was well that I was idle, for then my flowers were in bud. At the end of the day they have bloomed, and I go to my evening worship.