The Science of Silence

It’s a Noisy World.

As one ages, one gets grumpier. Ear-plugs become a mandatory accessory. Shopping malls are to be avoided, and quiet walks in the forest become more and more digestible. In the Circus of Humanity, there are few acts that fill the house, that water the heart, that nourish the tender and frail Inner Plant of You.

I watch a coffee-shop client thru the steamy rainy November window. Cigarette smoke issues thoughtfully out of her mouth, between savored gulps of that bitter-sweet Americano. In the background, city buses and cars plough through the watery streets. I remember my years as a smoker, how cigarettes were my meditation, medication, relaxation. The Smoke of the Sacred Breath: what a pleasure to let go to the reassuring promise of nicotine and tar.

Following Your Bliss

Following Your Bliss
c 2008

Close your eyes
Visualize
Observe as your dreams
And realities coincide

Dive the depths
Into the ocean
Far from all the senseless commotion

Into the sweetest of silence inside

We just need to remember this day
Remember it this way always

When we went to a place full of love
A space where there was nowhere else to go

Go see the world
You will never regret it
But don’t forget that
the limitlessness you seek

exists

inside

Step of Faith

Step of Faith

You never know
the countless angles
waiting to be shown

Frequently you cannot see the path
that will take you
exactly where you need to go

Just take just take just take
one small step of faith
You may be afraid

Aware of past and potential mistakes
that could be made
You’re more than a sinner or a saint

Relax your head and contemplate
the next breath’s best for you to take

There’s always the factor of fear
the shadow of failure lurking near
But if you never make the try
you’ll never come to know
the places only you are destined to roam..

Time Will Say

Time Will Say

Time will say
the words

that neither you nor I
communicate

You know that love must win
either way

whether we decide this is the end..
or we find the inner strength to begin again..
time will say

Chorus

Patience has its own private toll road
History’s the price paid as the truth unfolds

in the natural order of living things
while changes spring in everything

Love won’t be intellectualized
in the fiery looks from familiar eyes

Love’s been there since my first sight of you
Since.. my first.. sight of you..

Bridge

Time has a language all its own
with dedicated lines we learn to follow it home

I hear the answers in the beating of my heart
I’d follow the road where we’d never part

This can go either way…
only time will say

Heartfelt kiss

Who doesn’t want to be fulfilled?

Who doesn’t want to feel love and peace?

Just recognize your own heartfelt kiss

and you will be satisfied and fulfilled.

A Journal from Jules: The Maestro of Peace

Palmero, Italy, July 2008

Hi Folks…

I am typing in the dark back of my hotel room in Palermo so as not to wake my room-mate. The computer will go with her today and I want to get this to you, so I am writing. I cannot read my notes in this light, so I will start again so I can share with you – and savor my own memories, while fresh – of this amazing event which unfolded as a tale of old.

Corleone is not city like Palermo — indeed it is a small town. The bus ride took about 1 and 1/4 hours and way route was lined with grapevines and hay-fields, beautiful mountains and a picturesque countryside.

Grown men baling and stacking hay waived at our bus, the way children wave to train engineers in rural areas. The town square – named for two men who were shot because they stood up to the Mafia – was smaller than a football field.

Chairs had been brought in and some bleachers at the back. They said this important event could have been held indoors, but that they wanted it in the open air where all who wished to could come. Their sincerity and genuine affection for Mr. Prem Rawat was evident and very touching.