The great pounding of the water which shakes the heart firm is not the river which slides through nothing; there is not freedom there, yet it is here through the true moon of the inner heart. For water moves here like this and that and there by the standard of the limits which surround it. But now in some resurrection from my sickness I am at heart like the planets that run smoothly. I am healed where as before I was broken. I love the silent dance of your hands as they speak to me. I love the twinkle of the stars as they write letters to me. For my happy joy is in that I am not addicted to the world, but so in this does it love me. I rejoice in the sky but I do not think long of it. The grass has song of its love for me, and I of it; but the greatest of my joys is the echo of God within me. For it is then by this echo that I run with the field as like a child in the perfect heart of freedom. The vivid presence of the earth is before my eyes with beauty because I am not addicted to it. And I kiss the rain and then I say goodbye to it and not then does a tear come out from my eye. For the tranquility of the flowers is in my mind. And their peaceful strength is among us when we see it. The light and the darkness are one in the garden of my life, as I close my eyes with love.