Stillness awakens our deepest reflections; quiet mornings find the angels hovering.

Into the clearing comes the sound that travels to the heart and recalls the peace of still waters, the warmth of heart light, and finds love remembered.

The desert finds a hidden magnificence in the wee hours when the heart is quiet and the stillness awaits us.

The mind is busy but the heart grows still in the morning when the stars are fading: I need the stillness to anchor me deeply.

Sunrise greets me with filmy eyes and mellowed heart; morning mists of summer gently woven among the hills glow softly in the stillness.

Time sits in the stillness waiting for the hour of our awakening; hurried and anxious human beings find rest in quiet hours.

The busy mind quiets and rests as we let go the clutter and enter into the stillness.