The Truth that is Peace

The truth that is Peace fills my bones. Too long has it hidden there entrancing me to search for it. Now it wishes to speak and to be known as it is known. A welcomed guest it is, Prodigal to me. A happy home I will make for it and I will listen. For this one is bone of my bone and Self of myself

What is the consciousness of the Tao? What is the consciousness of the One? The water flows. The pebbles whisper to it.

The tiny drop that is “me” flows into the Pleroma. Fullness, fullness, fullness, joy and peace. I am still.

Peace reigns as a slight mist comes off the water to meet the clouds. All is quiet except for the flow of the river over the rocks. My awareness sinks into my soul and I become at One with all things.