Interior Landscapes

I Even if worldly things, unworthy things, distract you, you will hear my whisper. It will graze your deeper thoughts, and they will fold it within their compass, carrying it even deeper where thoughts become a communion. And we are aware of the sacred wrapped cocooned in the natural. Perhaps it's what's left of Eden, scattered everywhere, still audible in birds' songs, still palpable in the wind's sweep, and still growing in our pregnant minds, still birthing the poetry of our souls.... Ephebe, don't expect a treasure chest to appear: when you see the glint of lapis lazuli, follow it. II I've watched your face framed by an ordinary room light up with delight, and I've seen you standing very still, turn slightly to the left, away from the others, as you entered some interior space replete with your thoughts of repose and repair. I've seen you leaning against a threshold loosely holding a sheet of paper and intently reading what has just been written. It is a poem written for you in beautiful language. Ephebe, this intense awareness of her interior being is the closest you can come to the Truth.