O Eternal Light behind the veils of thought, You silent sun behind the restless brow of man, Let's descend. beneath the noisy surface of the mind. Because we live like wanderers at the outer limits of our being, lost in the changing game of thoughts, reactions, and desires. Our mind chases after images, our days pass in the flow of habits, and yet deep beneath it all lies a silent sea of being. Lead us inward. Not into flight from the world, but into the hidden sanctuary, whe

O silent eternity, who breathes behind the hours, which remains unmoved as worlds are created and pass away — Let us feel your presence. Not far above the stars, not hidden at unreachable heights, but silently present in the innermost space of the heart. When the noise of thinking subsides and the restless waves of life fall silent, An unnamed field opens. your infinite peace. There is no more pushing and shoving there, no becoming and losing, just a vast, silent being, Carri

Behind the word A silence lives, older than time. It is waiting behind the thoughts, behind the restless circling of the mind, like an unmoving sky above the storms of the world. People usually hear only the noise of its surface — the voices of desire, the restless questions, the constant process of becoming. But deep beneath opens slowly a different expanse. A silence, which is not empty. A present that needs no name. That's where thinking falls away like dust to the ground.