As a storm necessitates the great
concurrence of clouds, the vast
exodus of their contents touch
down to earth.
Hard it cometh, gentle it passeth...
nothing of its fulfillment left in want.
By thunder and silence...the
discourse hastened unto...what of
Heaven...what of Earth?
By all intuition vast--what sought
shelter but moment ago emerges...
to Know thereupon.
Carried in, carried out--let him, let
her, Know...there is no other Way.