A Greater Peace
There are times when I
willfully inhabit the energy of anger.
At those times, the anger clothes me to the exclusion of reason and
Peace. I ask of this anger, why are you here? Its reply is an intensity that
seeks to shatter my mind, breaking it into little pieces whose jiggered edges
are to similar to reassemble. It places me in a space that is reactive; feeds
upon my reactions, turning upon myself it destructive ways. This anger is objectless, fueled by
frustrations that had gone unnoticed for days on end. Within the throes of this
anger, I experience powerlessness and amnesia; forgetting that Peace is ever
present, and wishes to soothe my perceived hurt places.
The presence of Peace within my life has many faces. There are concerns waiting for my attention; yet it is almost impossible for me to give my attention to them. This moment feels so potent, that the facts of existence can find no entrance within it. The thoughts held within these concerns float towards my mind and melt in the awesome light of the Peace. Before now it would have been quite easy to take any one of these thoughts and chew it over within my mind, seeking its solution. There is a knowing within me that forbids such an action. This knowing, which is a gift from Peace, says: ‘it is well with my soul, my body, my mind and my affairs. Spinning situations over and around in my mind often hide form my knowing the very solutions I seek, and Peace would give to me.
This place of unrest was
chosen as a habitation in moments of self confidence by the personal me, who
thought it had power and can dwell serenely in any situation by its own strength.
The personal me believed it is strong and valiant, having experienced the
valiance and strength of the Greater Self.
The anger finds the personal me an unworthy opponent. With little or
no effort the anger completely occupies its mind. With anger at the helm the personal me
lashes out and rails at perceived injustices, claiming righteous indignation.
The personal me sits within the mighty onslaught of the force of this anger
whimpering, weeping tears of frustration, unable to extricate itself. Spent
form gnashing its teeth, the personal me calls with the faintest of whispers
for rescue and release. That cry, the
last voice of desperation is answered and the Greater Portions of Being beams
the light of Peace; a balm to my battered mind.
Peace, the gift endowed
within the light given me at the dawn of creation, enters my mind without
recriminations. There are no ‘I told you sos‘ to remind the personal self of
the folly it chose when it thought it could go it alone. There is only balm for
the mind, salves to soothe the places visited by hurt, and bandages of love to
hold the shattered pieces together. The bruising suffered by the mind are
scarlessly healed the instant Peace entered. The miracle of wholeness is
revealed; the wonder of the whole self known. The memory of the battering fades
in swift retreat as light, the forerunner of Peace, shines away that which had
no source. The melting ferocious anger leaves instantly. Peace fills my mind with the trailings of
Peaceful sonnets, songs of joy bubble up within my soul. The newness of my
moment fills me with awe and majesty. It
resounds into eternity and Love holds me safe, protected from all ills.
I am Peace.
I am Peace.
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