Beneath the Veil

 

Beneath the veil of words is the face of silence. Under the fountain of ideas is the well of unknowing. Bathe in the grace at the end of this breath, just before the next breath is given. Rest in holy darkness, groundless womb of creation. Can you hear what hums before mind arises, the song that transmutes your atoms, each electron of your flesh, into the light of the glory of the body of Christ. Why else are you here?

Image: Rose window, Chartres