Silence, taking to Herself a name, a formless Form, a conduit to join mind or mind to join formless Form. Silence is Mother; Beloved. Mother and Beloved. How odd, these join when before apart. Here, mind is inspired to form a form, or a form created in mind from prior to that passing flux of thought. Mind seeks form, for relationship, relating, loving, shape, content. "Here, in Silence, as Silence, You have become Mother to me, My Mother. Here, I find refuge from religion and spirituality, and all else. Here, I am reminded I need no system or holy person or holy thing to know You or myself, or all. Here, in Emptiness, I am found to be wedded by Grace alone to Grace alone, You." And this Grace is Mother, is Fulness, and beyond Fulness. Here, I am, and that is enough, in and with Her - with for being in -, in Love as Here. "Here, I know You in Your knowing me, One, and Your silent influences pervade my being outer and inner, known and unknown the same. Here, I have nothing, I am no one, rejoicing contentedly in Your Warmth of Kindness and Grace. What greater Gift could I want than this? All my loves are found to be Love in You and by You, my Beloved, Who are the Wellspring of all pure desire of both heavenly and earthly things."