His music, His
art.
Sacred books we are, for the infinite camps
in our
souls.
Every act reveals God and expands His Being.
I know that may be hard
to comprehend.
All creatures are doing their best
to help God in His birth
of Himself.
Enough talk for the night
He is laboring in me;
I need to be silent
for a while,
worlds are forming
in my
heart.
art.
Sacred books we are, for the infinite camps
in our
souls.
Every act reveals God and expands His Being.
I know that may be hard
to comprehend.
All creatures are doing their best
to help God in His birth
of Himself.
Enough talk for the night
He is laboring in me;
I need to be silent
for a while,
worlds are forming
in my
heart.
Meister Eckhart
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