Fold your wings, my soul, those wings you had spread wide to soar to the terrestrial peaks where light is most ardent: it is for you to simply waith the descent of the Fire — supposing it to be willing to take possession of you.
Concentration in the silence without effort is the state of consciousness of perfect calm, accompanied by the complete relaxation of the nerves and muscles of the body. One may say that the entire being becomes like the surface of calm water, reflecting the immense presence of the starry sky and its indescribable harmony.
And the waters are deep, so deep! And the silence grows, ever increasing. . . What silence! . . . One wave of silence followed by another wave of more profound silence, then again a wave of still more profound silence.
Have you ever DRUNK SILENCE? If so, you know what meditation without effort is.
