Awakening

I lay two hours in sunlight on this day, unmoving, all among hairy wet-pearled grasses. I heard the crickets and the birds. I breathed unpeopled air; I heard unhuman music; I tasted the rhythm of the hours and the current of sunshod zephyrs. When I lay down I was sick and weary, but when I rose up I was like one who has returned from the gates of darkness.

I remembered my Creator in the days of my youth, and behold, it was very good. Beloved, you will never be happy but by going higher up and further in. In Him is all delight, dear ones. How could it be otherwise?