Peace has come to mean many things to us. Some say they find their peace in a yard full of playing children, while others say they find it in the gym or a sanctuary. Still some say they find their peace in work, while others find it in a bottle or pipe, and still others find it in the dull drone of the tv or mp3 player within the confines of their home or car. I freely admit that I need those innocuous companions as I putter around the safety of my hermit hole, but I do not believe that these are the purveyors of peace. They may be comforts, the heralds of happiness, but inner peace cannot be obtained around any activity.
Deep peace requires that quiet moment, that secluded time outside of enclosures and away from the scurry. Sit isolated in openness, away from the hustle and bustle. Listen to the insects in the distance, chirping in a cadence to the birds’ soft songs, while leaves sound like muted wind chimes being blown by a breeze hardly felt. As the rays of the sun bathe you, or you feel the alluring gaze of the stars, both the grandness and simplicity settle in on your soul.
Some would call this a communion with a god, while others call it a return to nature, and still others call it their time. Regardless of the name, at its core it is simply peace. It requires no god, nor a lack of one. It is the moment when you are within life, nothing more and nothing less. You are neither wrong, nor right. There is no single weakness, nor any outweighing strength. At these moments the clarity of life emerges. Life can be lived simply, and must simply be lived.
Go placidly among your daily trials, and seek out your comforts and joys. However, always take time to find some moments of peace. No matter where you are, there is a place nearby that offers open solitude, be it a rooftop, a park, a pond, or a special time on the backdoor steps. Peace comes from the outside, and settles within.
Quiet and peace.