0084 The Quiet Room

Into this quiet room; with sweet relief the sense of oneness with oneself returns; the glorious, restless world no longer thief through thought, of all that for that oneness yearns; and now, in peace, outside the window shine all life's specifics; all its passing show, now from this peace, seen as a play divine; all restlessness now gone; time, ever now; and in this heavenly peace, the heart's laid bare in all its nature, born from heaven above: a nature that with all its all may share; since in reality, that heart is love. O that self-education thus might bring to all who thirst, love's ceaseless single spring.