In the realm of inner peace
of deep, cleansing breath,
of heart and hope and holiness
of the spirit’s table set for welcome,
in this realm of inner peace,
the weather is not constant
but ebbs and flows like waves of the sea,
like the drift and rush of wind,
unseen and elusive,
now whispering with joy,
now howling with grief,
weaving each together in a swirl
breathing life into our fragile frames,
humming wholeness into our startled hearts,
returning us to the settled sureness
of in-breath and out-breath,
the steady beat of life.
In the realm of inner peace,
of the momentous moment,
ordinary or extraordinary,
witty or wary,
of questions held gingerly,
answers held loosely,
in this realm of inner peace
two rivers flow,
one tumbling incautiously over stones
gray with pain,
one smooth and rippling,
easing its way with glints of courage,
and quenching calm.
These two rivers often run side by side,
one splashing into the other
before joining and sharing their waters.
We dip cupped hands in and drink
and bathe our spirits in both.
We find our own way through the rapids
and into pools of momentary stillness
before we journey on.
For this is the way,
the course of life.
There is no map.
Listen to the wind.
Follow the flow of the two rivers.
For here in this realm,
there is inner peace,
and the table is always spread
– kh –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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