In the quiet communion of silence,
Comes another retreats intimations:
Close your eyes and there is Teacher-
Although sitting before you in deep meditation-
In the back of the room, too, he seems to linger,
Passing something out, with earnest gaze
Clasped in his hands, to all freely given,
Pieces of that heart of boundless grace.
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