peace

I don’t believe in contingent peace.
What if in its infinite plurality, life is precisely as it is meant to be.
Perfection in its expressive boundlessness, with no bias for the good or the orderly or the agreeable.
Whole in its allness.
And so it’s on us then, to hold the pillar of radical peace that persists and permeates something as it is in its harmonious completeness.
Personally, individually, we may not always have it easy. We may find ourselves, our loved ones, our fellow earthlings on any side of the possibilities that arise in the infinite.
Call it war, disaster, grief.
And on this level, we must still act of course, if we so choose.
We may not always have it hard.
Beauty, birth, deep love and praise.
All the while, no matter the circumstance, holding steady to the non-contingent peace.
Eternally present as the wind,
Through which we float like pollen.