HERE IS A PEACE in the world of forms to which all earnest students
of the spirit aspire. That peace finds favor with each heart that
When the mind keeps quiet and speaks no inner word, peace floods the area where this silence prevails. A heart which feels the flavor of peace needs an outlet for its pulsing effervescence. Peace is an explosively subtle state. It seems quiescent, yet it needs to spread its wings and fly to the edges of the universe.
Between pulsations in the heart there is peace. Between days of toil, in the still of night, there is peace.
In the smile of an infant, in the breeze-tossed tree, in the cumulus cloud, in the patient grass--in all of these there is peace. There is peace in every nightly flourish of the moon across the sky, and in the drone of a lawnful of crickets.
Find a flame in your heart, and the gold will be nearby. Find silence, and peace will come close behind. Find blessings in the sky, and the mind is blessed. Where can you not find peace, if you open the door of your self and allow air to come in? A breeze entering through an open door perfumes the whole house. When the door is open, there is peace.