Peace in every step
Are we building towers of incense sticks with walls of 'high vibration', believing that peace is a dress of our new being while old wounds lurk in the shadows?
Are we seeking peace behind a mask, or are we running away into the 'sacred' while surrounded by the suffering of other beings?
Is Peace a private courtroom for us, in which our own image of ego plays at gambling?
Are we a project that is 'improving,' looking for an ever-larger hall for greater applause, or are we truly that silent presence that supports another?
When Peace stops being 'someone better,' but lets go of everything it had to be and remains in that humble body connected to the source of peace in the heart; when it stops being the center of the world and becomes a bridge of connection—the decorative target will disappear and it will become a lighthouse of the soul.
Are we ready to be nobody, in order to be everything?
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