I wandered through forests of incessant searchings,
And arrived at the mystery door of Thy presence.
On the doors of silence I knocked loudly….
There on the altar of glorious visions,
I beheld Thee, resting.

In my little chamber of quietness,
I am always resting.
I never speak but with the voice of my silence.
Through my silence, eloquently converse with me.

From Whispers from Eternity, 1949 edition

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