Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that labor at night stopped? And the water - wheel of thought, is it dry, the cups empty, wheeling, carrying only shadows? No, my soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its clear eyes open, for far-off things, and listens at the shore of the great silence.