Peace

It settles and permeates through towns when everything is closed and people are in their homes with their families. Outside is ghostly, silent, dark, fresh, mysterious, unknown, fluid. Inside is warm, lighted, moving, revealed.

There was the being of the day. There is the peace of the morning to come. Let it open in you. There is the joy of the day to unfold. Let it wrap you in energy of action. There is the quiet of the black night, when everything is closed, ghostly, dark, resting. Let it subdue you, restore you, and then provoke you.

Look out for it all, enter it, quiet yourself, ask no questions, there is nothing to figure out. Be peaceful now.

Be peaceful now, to be full of love, to create waves and art and to stir the silence with colors and sounds, for peace again to be found through all of the fire and passion we've made. The cycles, the cycles, the cycles, the emptying, the filling, never the empty, never the full.

Merry Christmas, happy holidays to everyone. It was a beautiful day, and now and tomorrow are the same, so long as we make it so.

(Excuse the seeming- mush, the cliches, the sweeping words. Seems may be, but for me this is true! These are my sentiments now, and they may lack descriptions, justifications, support. But take them now for what they are here. Or don't. It is for anyone who wants to receive them to receive them.)