I have this little book in my library called Celtic Daily
Prayers. I have had it for years and
whenever I am stuck I go to it. Often
between its pages I find something appropriate for the moment. I came across this entry:
January 1: Paul
Brunton wrote:
The world gives itself
up to incessant activity
merely because
it Knows of nothing
better.
The inspired man
works among
it’s whirring wheels
also, but he knows
whither the wheels
are going.
For he has found
the Center
where all is
stillness…
Where is that spot?
Is it a moment, a day, a hermitage in the country? Is that moment among the grand masters at the
gallery or the tall oaks on the walking trail?
Is it a spot on the patio at Starbucks, or is it found mid day,
reflecting on a prayerful thought shared by a friend via email? Is the quality
of stillness found without, or within? Is
stillness a state of my surrounding space, or is it the state of my heart?
