It is only in the intentional silence of vigil and
meditation, or in the quiet places of nature, that we encounter the song of the
universe. Like the wind through the telegraph wires, this song echoes along the
pathways of the cosmic web: it includes the celestial spinning of the planets,
as well as the hum of insects and the dancing song of the grass; it includes the
song of all the ancestors and spirits as well as the beating of our own hearts.
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