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.
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Health, a light body, freedom from cravings, a glowing skin, sonorous voice, fragrance of body: these signs indicate progress in read more
Health, a light body, freedom from cravings, a glowing skin, sonorous voice, fragrance of body: these signs indicate progress in the practice of meditation.
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.
In deep meditation the flow of concentration is continuous like the flow of oil.
In deep meditation the flow of concentration is continuous like the flow of oil.
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and read more
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.
I still practice Transcendental Meditation and I think it's great. Marharishi only ever did good for us, and although I read more
I still practice Transcendental Meditation and I think it's great. Marharishi only ever did good for us, and although I have not been with him physically, I never left him.
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.
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
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.
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!
