We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
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I never asked you to earn me. I want only that you should need me. Your path is not one read more
I never asked you to earn me. I want only that you should need me. Your path is not one of merit. Bring the recurring desires of your mind to me, every time they emerge. They cannot shock me, for I willed them! Bring me your confusion, your fear, your craving, your anxiety, your inability to love the world, your hesitation to serve, your jealousy, all the deficiencies that defy your spiritual disciplines.
Stillborn silence! thou that art
Flood-gate of the deeper heart!
Stillborn silence! thou that art
Flood-gate of the deeper heart!
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways read more
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where read more
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.
We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.
We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.
The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written read more
The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written on by God.
As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a read more
As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.
[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .
[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .
Man must go back to nature for information.
Man must go back to nature for information.
