Peace begins within. The outward expression of tranquility is often marred by the inner warring of souls and dreams, making even the most serene of ponds ripple from underneath. Thrashing like a serpent, this outpouring of pain, suffering and anguish is the soul shouting out in animalistic rage and helplessness. The primal soul trapped within the hallowed temple, breaking through like a wild beast trying to find exit.
This then is the turmoil of life, to deal with the rampaging monster and remain human. To be a caretaker of a personal shrine that flows with peace and love. A fine line separates humanity from bestial, but a line made of strongest iron. While it stands strong, the erosion that takes place because of pain, suffering, anger and hatred wear at it, pitting it. The soft salty tear that falls from sorrow creates as much a void as the anger that lashes out with corrosive bile.
Inner peace is not just about letting go. It is about understanding that all is transitory, water flowing through the river of life, moving from one point to another. Allowing the water to move us and floating in the eddies and currents of life, we conserve energy. This is not laziness, as our senses take in the most minute of movement. To live, to flow, to be at harmony with the One and to do without doing.
Peace begins within. The water below the surface of the still pond is as important as that touched by the rain and wind. Floating…waiting…moving with time.