Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour,
And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined,
Loves read more

Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour,
And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined,
Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power,--
A shining Jacob's-ladder of the mind!

Prayer is more than meditation. In meditation the source of strength is one's self. When one prays he goes to read more

Prayer is more than meditation. In meditation the source of strength is one's self. When one prays he goes to a source of strength greater than his own.

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
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But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines read more

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation... Tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.

Meditation is the tongue of the soul and the language of our spirit

Meditation is the tongue of the soul and the language of our spirit

Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless - like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, read more

Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless - like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.

He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow or next day:
He is read more

He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow or next day:
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation,
And in no worldly suits would he be moved
To draw him from his holy exercise.

My sole literary ambition is to write one good novel, then retire to my hut in the desert, assume the read more

My sole literary ambition is to write one good novel, then retire to my hut in the desert, assume the lotus position, compose my mind and senses, and sink into meditation, contemplating my novel

Alone let him constantly meditate in solitude on that which is salutary for his soul, for he who meditates in read more

Alone let him constantly meditate in solitude on that which is salutary for his soul, for he who meditates in solitude attains supreme bliss.