"What a beautiful and simple prayer...
It can be heard as a single word, not with the ear but the heart…that subtle swell slowly growing while being pulled inward. That feeling is like the specks of foam on the end of a receding wave, a wave the size of love itself…our eye catching a glimpse before it goes, unaware that when it returns it will fill you to every corner of your soul, bursting with the song of the union, the song of her name being cried out, the first sound.
Do you want to hear her name? You can only hear it when you say it. You can only say it when listening. What does this mean? How does a being only capable of listening speak?
How do we say it in order to hear it?
The empty cup rings like a bell."
