Only in silence can the truth of words be distinguished, not in their separateness, but in their pointing to the central unity of Love. All words, then, say one thing only: that all is Love.
—Thomas Merton, Love and Living
In one week, the cottonwood trees
went from knotted gray carcasses
to flourishing globes of abundant green.
And the lilac bush went from abundant green
to ecstatic purple perfume.
Why should we doubt that in one week
the heart might do the same—
that with no words to feed it, no touch
to thrill it, just silence to frame its beat,
it might out of separateness learn to love
more deeply, more fully, seven times more sweet.