We each have seeds of beautiful plants and flowers to grow. Only in the sunshine of silence, the rain of stillness, the lightning and thunder of solitude will they sprout and grow. In that sunshine and rain we will hear the song we are made to sing, the poem, story, invention That will cultivate life on our planet. We are invited to enter our garden gates to sow, weed and harvest delicious fruit. We dread to leave our noisy gadgets for what we may...