Another poem from the English poet and mystic Clare Cameron (1896 – 1983).
I beg you, do not speak,
For then I shall not hear what you are saying.
I beg you, do not move,
For then the recognition of what we know
In these arrested moments of our vision
Will fall apart, disintegrate,
And again we shall be ordinary.
Let the silence touch the chords of your heart
To its own deep music
And mine will thrill in unison
In the symphony where all chords blend.
You move towards me, as I to you,
Though a hairsbreadth or seas divide.
Through us the spirit moves,
Quickens and embraces,
Bringing the comfort, the wisdom and the joy
Of the whole …
And now the words will come
Falling gaily in crystal drops
From the bright torrent of the waterfall
Whose spring is in the mountains.
Clare Cameron Memories of Eden London: the Mitre Press, 1976