In this choiceless
There is an infinite array
where can we go to be? where can we go to listen? where can we go to know?
Our minds seek comfort. Our hearts seek truth.
What happens when we need to make big, life-impacting decisions? Fear takes over, the voices in our head get loud and bossy and urge us to avoid taking risks. Our ego tries desperately to con us into taking the easy way out.
We, therefore, don’t often make our choices from the heart, we make them from the mind space which governs much of our lives and tends to try to keep us small.
The calm within the storm is where peace lives and breathes. It is not within perfect circumstances or a charmed life… it is not conditional. Peace is a sacred space within, it is the temple of our internal landscape. We are free to visit it, whenever we seek sanctuary. Underneath the chaos of everyday living, peace is patiently awaiting our discovery… go within.
How simple it is to realize there is an eye to every storm, and that the Thunderbird leads the storm away, as surely as it flies toward our place in the world …
settled in the eye only comes from the calm betwixt & between…..measured in poetry, I’m sure, g.f.s…..
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