The silence of meditation is not the silence of a graveyard; it is the silence of a garden growing. There is no deadness in a garden, but in that all-pervading silence an intense activity is going on in the ground which will later take form as buds, blossoms and fruit. So, too, in meditation there is not a blankness, but a rhythmic activity of the Spirit. As the mind exhausts itself the Spirit comes through, and we are in the realm of heaven. True, we are still on earth, our feet are solidly on the ground -- the holy ground of spiritual awareness.
From the heart of me that is the Heart of God
Love streams forth to all my worlds,
And I am One.
From the Light we share within the Mind of God
Love streams forth to all our worlds,
And we are One.
From the All in all that is the Life of God
Love streams forth -- God's plan made real --
And all are one.
With God as our Beloved,
We are the Plan on earth.