Our inner world has its own taste, has its own fragrance, has its own light. And it is utterly silent, immensely silent, eternally silent. No word can reach there, but only we can reach there. The mind cannot reach there, but we can reach because we are not the mind. The function of the mind is to be a bridge between us and the objective world, and the function of the heart is to be a bridge between us and ourselves. The silence of the heart is a song in itself., without words and without sounds. It is only out of this silence that the flowers of love grow. Meditation only meditation is the key to open the doors of our own being.