You fool, it is life that makes you dance: have you forgotten? Come out of the smoke, the world is tossing in its sleep, the sun is up, the land is bursting in the silence of dawn.
The gentle earth relaxes and spreads out to embrace the strong sun. The grasses and flowers speak their own secret names.
—The Collected Poems of Thomas Merton (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1977), p. 691.