Peace is not an event, it is a practice
Peace is not the absence of war, but a position of mind
When each being’s position is, not only acknowledged and respected, but cherished as an essential part of a living whole
Where we are not honored for who we are, but for what we are becoming
Peace is not a noun, it is a verb
Peace is not an act, but an action
A practice of holding lightly the threads of connection so that we are not strangled by complacency, comfort, or stagnation
Along with peace comes the freedom, not to be alive, but to live
To live in the depth of every moment, without the distractions of a fear rooted in the invitations of envy
Of the mythology that we are somehow missing out on something we should have, or are other than we are supposed to be
So, too comes the freedom to experience the-ever-evolving-balance of living and dying, of dissonance and resonance that unfolds all around us, like the dance of the tides or the coming of spring and the passing of winter
Peace is not an idealized utopia
But a practice of living, manifest all around us
As when concrete buckles at the persistent pressure of a tree root, or when a bolder yields to the constant flow of a stream
There is no wining or losing
Nothing to be gained or profited
Each has time for being and changing
We die not because we lose life, but because we have life
And in the having, it must slip away
But when we finally grasp that our consciousness is but a part of a larger interconnected whole, we can know that one existence is simply a single filament of an infinite eternal tapestry that bares us all
Peace is not a distant dream, but as close as our willingness to, once again, accept our eternal unity with all that is, and all we are
Peace is a choice that we must make every moment of every day
Peace is in our breath, Peace is in our spirit, Peace is in our hands
Peace is not the absence of war, but a position of mind
When each being’s position is, not only acknowledged and respected, but cherished as an essential part of a living whole
Where we are not honored for who we are, but for what we are becoming
Peace is not a noun, it is a verb
Peace is not an act, but an action
A practice of holding lightly the threads of connection so that we are not strangled by complacency, comfort, or stagnation
Along with peace comes the freedom, not to be alive, but to live
To live in the depth of every moment, without the distractions of a fear rooted in the invitations of envy
Of the mythology that we are somehow missing out on something we should have, or are other than we are supposed to be
So, too comes the freedom to experience the-ever-evolving-balance of living and dying, of dissonance and resonance that unfolds all around us, like the dance of the tides or the coming of spring and the passing of winter
Peace is not an idealized utopia
But a practice of living, manifest all around us
As when concrete buckles at the persistent pressure of a tree root, or when a bolder yields to the constant flow of a stream
There is no wining or losing
Nothing to be gained or profited
Each has time for being and changing
We die not because we lose life, but because we have life
And in the having, it must slip away
But when we finally grasp that our consciousness is but a part of a larger interconnected whole, we can know that one existence is simply a single filament of an infinite eternal tapestry that bares us all
Peace is not a distant dream, but as close as our willingness to, once again, accept our eternal unity with all that is, and all we are
Peace is a choice that we must make every moment of every day
Peace is in our breath, Peace is in our spirit, Peace is in our hands
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