The silence is constant. The noise is temporary.

Without silence, we can neither know ourselves, another, or the depth of anything beautiful. We learn how to take silence into the noise.

The place where all important things happen is silent and solitary. It is seldom spoken of. It is momentous, yet, almost imperceptible.

SILENT LIKE SLEEPYou appear by my side,silent like sleep.Soft hair, a little wild.No fear, gentle like a calm river.I turn and catch your gaze,before you have time to look away.Your eyes are searching inside mine.Perhaps, they ARE mine.More than nakedness,for there is no cover to take.The fire in your eyesis ringed with water; wide and cool.We are far from the brutal place,but you do not think so.You take my handand disappear like you were never there,except that I am now somewhere else.

We cultivate inner stillness through the practice of contemplation or awareness. Behind the normal goings-on of everyday life, we try to have a consistent wakefulness. We learn to watch what we are thinking, what other people are thinking, and what is the spiritual truth of any given situation. We live in two realms. One is the visible human realm. The other is the invisible spiritual realm. This is not obvious to anyone except those who do the same thing. Then it is instantly recognisable.