That Deep Silence Has A Melody Of

Whoever Lives In The Spirit Lives In Perennial Peace. It Is A Happy Peace, A Smiling Peace, But One Is Not Lost In It. One Is Aware Also Of The Suffering Which Exists Around Him Or Her And The World At Large.

All Methods And Techniques - And Of Course All Human Beings Who Propound Them - Are Merely Instruments To Help The Student Obtain A Methodless, Technique-free, Teacherless State.

Look How The Smaller Birds Greet The Sun, With So Much Merry Chirruping And So Much Outpouring Of Song! It Is Their Way Of Expressing Worship For The Only Light They Can Know, An Outer One. But Man Can Also Know The Inner Sun, The Light Of The Overself. How Much More Reason Has He To Chirp And Sing Than The Little Birds! Yet How Few Man Feel Gratitude For Such Privilege.

That Deep Silence Has A Melody Of Its Own, A Sweetness Unknown Amid The Harsh Discords Of The World's Sounds.

This Withdrawal From The Day's Turmoil Into Creative Silence Is Not A Luxury, A Fad, Or A Futility. It Dissolves Mental Tensions And Heals Negative Emotions.