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.
How can a state of peace be achieved in this world of flimflammery,
jostling bombast, and uncivil greed? Where is the sanctuary to
be found? The office has noise and veiled hatred; the factory
has hurry and fear; the very fields with waving grain are viewed
as a perishable commodity under a capricious sky. When, where,
how is peace ever achieved?
"How can a state of peace be achieved in this world of flimflammery,
jostling bombast, and uncivil greed?"|
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
How does our humanity fail to partake of this peace which is
ubiquitous? We are like fish swimming in a sea of peace, refusing
to acknowledge it as we breathe its very essence. The time will
come when we will know what we breathe, when we will enjoy this
gift which we now fail to notice. A fineness of character will
gradually evolve, and we will eventually transmute the lead of
our current selfish crassness into the glorious gold of peace
by employing the fire of love.
"Where can you not find peace, if you open the door
of your self and allow air to come in?"|
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.