Unity is the magic pill.
But unity
does not look like
shaming the broken.
Hear it.
It is this,
my truth,
I speak.
Tag: World Peace
In a world of fire, I am the stream.
Peace.
My heart wants nothing more, my soul wants nothing less.
I am tired.
So tired of the saddest story: well meaning fighters, fighting for good, creating the worst kind of bad.
I am tired.
Of the battle.
I do not need you to fight for me,
and they do not need you to fight for them
because those of us who have been broken are the wisest of souls.
We do not need to be saved.
We need peace.
We all need
peace.
War is what we have.
For now.
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Until They Remembered
Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools.
Some of the children splashed.
Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower.
Other children jumped star shaped into the ocean, not a care in the world, not an opportunity missed.
Sun shone upon them all.
Never once wondering which was worthy of day shine.
Never once seeing their differences as faults.
The children looked at each other just the way sun did.
And then they grew up.
And forgot.
Until they remembered again.
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Until The Garden Grows
Your truth is true
because you believe it.
And you must believe it
until you no longer do.
There is no quick way to birth a rose.
A rose must slowly
awaken
to beautiful
wide-open
life.
Wide-open-life.
It is a place that exists only
in the sky of us.
A neutral place,
where all are loved,
and all love
unconditionally.
Believe what you will.
Choose a side
if you will.
It is true for now.
It is true, only for now.
Until the rose opens.
Until the garden grows.
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Soft, Quiet, Beautiful
Can we become the peace
that glistens on the ledge of our differences?
Or will it be war swept under the carpet
for yet another age of humanity?
I see your needs. Do you see mine?
Can we surrender to the chaos
of boundless perspective?
Can we be soft,
quiet,
beautiful,
life?
There will be
world peace
when we
humans
remove
the words
‘I believe’
from our vocabulary,
I believe.
I’m so exhausted.
And all I want for the rest of my days
is peace.
I recorded this as a story for Instagram, but I thought I’d share it with you guys.
Because, heaven knows, the world needs a good solid dose of softness right about now. xx
She shines quietly for peace
as the rain falls all around.
She watches the storms rage
and knows her role
is still
to be as she was born to be.
The sun.
Always the sun,
no matter the dark clouds;
no matter the storms that rage.
Sometimes her touch is soft.
Other times, she is fierce enough
to burn new eyes into the fabric
of all the things.
But always she remains the sun.
Always she remains the sun.
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Darling Day 30. War
Dear sweet love,
give me a word.
Whisper me back when I drift
into the clouds above the sorrow.
For the days are long,
and the world is at war
without seeing or knowing it.
But I see.
I know.
So I am flying,
always toward the darling sun
of us.
Darling sun.
Give me the strength to see the war
and know my heart
will make it to a brighter tomorrow.
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How To Achieve Peace
I tend to think that the root of all war starts with the individual. More specifically, the constant fights (and wholehearted agreements) we have—umm, with ourselves— about how good or bad, or right or wrong we are in relation to something or someone else.
But what is this inner chatter going on about, when, given the vast, unlimited nature of the universe: everything just simply is?
Everything.
It just is because how could it be any other way? All humans play by different rules: from countries, to cultures, to homes. And like the trees and plants we see dotted all about the place…no one is any more right than the other. It is humanity that places labels upon x, that judges x, that separates ourselves from x.
In my opinion: labels, judgment, and separation…cause war. The small day to day wars of: ‘that’s not what I believe, or how I would behave’. And the big wars, the ones with the bombs. I think we can all collectively agree on one thing, at least: we have really got to do something about those.
The problem is that our ‘ judgments, boxes and boundaries’ also keep us safe and functioning healthily, and so there lies the mind-numbing ache of life. The absolute chaos that is the human condition. Absolute chaos. (Did I mention the chaos? It’s kind of a bit chaotic, wouldn’t you say?)
Awareness of self (and other), compassion, understanding, forgiveness and empathy feel like the answer, to me, but our survival instincts (fight, flight, freeze) are so deeply ingrained. How do we evolve healthily and sustainably without suppressing real and actual biological needs? In other words, how do we achieve collective peace without blowing ourselves up via the suppression of our emotional and primal needs? We need to be able to freely express ourselves, and yet how do we do this when we are still under the shadow of such dense societal judgment?
And, that, dear bloggy friends, is the question I’ve been mulling over for quite some time now. Awareness of self has brought a great deal of peace to my life and the life of my children that certainly wasn’t there before. Where once I growled like the wild tiger Mum scolding her naughty cubs, I now take a moment, connect with my empathy, and calmly guide the little muffins in a way that won’t completely scar them for life. Then I go for a run. A long, long run and consider the painfully obvious fact that I am human and sometimes I just really want to roar.
We really are so painfully human. We all grow, learn, break, and heal at different times in our lives, and sometimes even radical empathy is a struggle for the most empathic among us. Perhaps I’m overthinking it all, but I really do wonder if we ever will have the collective epiphany of all epiphanies.
How to achieve peace, whilst also being everything that we are.
Is it possible? I hope so, but honestly…I’m really not sure.
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