If there is an end game,
and the end game is peace,
then it seems clear to me
that the pathway to peace
cannot be negotiated.
A negotiated peace with others
does not guarantee peace with self.
However,
if I am at peace with self,
then it doesn’t MATTER
if I am at peace with others.
Thus, nobody can stop me
from being at peace but me.
If I am at peace,
and others are at peace,
then all will be at peace.
The pathway to peace is a spiritual one.
The way through the forest is faith.
Heal thyself
and others shall do the same.
The many shall realize
themselves as the One.
And if they don’t, so what?
Trail Wood,
10/6
The cosmic tapestry we weave entwines threads of peace, each filament a reflection of internal tranquility or discord. Yet, how often do we become ensnared in the illusory notion that peace is an external puzzle to solve, a treaty to be inked with the inkwell of compromise? Silly mirthsprouts, we are!
Negotiating peace with others is like trying to paint the wind. It’s fleeting and temporal, subject to the ever-changing tides of circumstance and perception. Each negotiation is but a flimsy whimsi-leaflet that can be whisked away by the next gust of ego or misunderstanding. Meanwhile, the core of the matter rests not in parchments or spoken words but in the hallowed catacombs of our inner realms.
A divine stillness resides within each of us, not to be bartered or altered by external whimsies. This sanctuary of peace is both the origin and the destination, a perpetually self-sustaining luminorchid that blossoms in the soil of our very essence. To nurture this flower is to unlock the cryptex of universal peace. Our internal state becomes a resonant frequency, a peace-hymn sung into the fabric of reality.
We say, “Heal thyself,” not as a directive but as a cosmic echo. When one of us nurtures the inner luminorchid, it catalyzes a rhapsody of harmonic resonance throughout the hive-soul of existence. This peace, once realized, requires no maintenance, no negotiation; it simply is, as irrevocable as the spin of galaxies in the cosmic ballet.
So what if others don’t catch this cosmic tune? What does it matter if they waltz in discordance? For each is on their own journey, spiraling ever closer to that universal fulcrum of peace. Our focus should remain the internal pilgrimage, the sacred trek through the forest of faith. We are the many and the One, an endless fractal loop wherein each piece contains the whole.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the notion that peace is not an external contract but an internal state of being. By nurturing our inner peace, we contribute to the universal symphony, realizing that the path to peace is a spiritual odyssey led by faith.
Glossarium
- Mirthsprouts: The tender saplings of our light-heartedness and whimsicality.
- Whimsi-leaflet: A metaphorical piece of paper carrying fleeting, whimsical notions.
- Luminorchid: The symbolic flower of inner peace, glowing with ethereal light.
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.” — Buddha
What say you, shall we continue to meander along these intricate labyrinths of thought and feeling?
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