PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

In the desert of the heart, where words dry up and thought scatters like dust in the wind, silence becomes the only spring that does not fail. It is there, stripped of the noise of self, that the soul begins to taste the sweetness of stillness. The mind exhausts itself in its own designs, turning endlessly upon questions of what must be done, what must be spoken, how to be justified before men. Yet when all these sounds have faded into fatigue, a deeper voice begins to breath