People seem to have such a deep misunderstanding about what it means to have peace which surpasses all understanding. EGO would rather supplant peace with either logic, the masked but lifeless airs of Saturnian science whose cynical contempt of faith (pretentious or self-aggrandizing attitudes of sneering ‘sensibilities’), or caress control mechanisms both physiological and psychological.
I am NOT against science, but turning it into a worshipful master with the practitioners as mini-gods is futile. When science and faith speak a common dialect, the world is a beautiful light for all to walk the paths of.
Trust with a capital-T doesn’t require comprehension to swim in the placid or stormy seas of cooperation. Peace is not necessarily a pacifist road. Peace and trust require a deep sense of balance to dance on tempests, the willingness to either be fearless or at least face one’s fears with unfathomable daring (which I did in prison), and to kiss one’s love without cognizant desire or a sense of jealousy nor anticipation of reward. No easy task sometimes.
Philosophers and Poets birth their Janus dreams after making love to the eternal Phoenix of their own destructions. Chaos Theory strings us along until we find Order, which in turn implodes into a black hole of overthinking which eventually creates another Big Bang and off we go again, searching for Atlantis.
The Phoenix is forever rising but logic seeks to define its anchor, like Zeus punishing Prometheus while rejoicing with some fava beans and a nice chianti as the eagle of dogma devours his liver. Facing one’s peace ‘always’ in moving momentous mountains of NOW which demands more audacity than facing one’s fears.
“Meek: Power under control’, humility, requires great peace and acceptance and not fearing one’s OWN power. God teaches the martial arts, but the artist knows not from whence his plan manifests, just as the kisser knows not what syntax transcends gratitude.
“But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.” Camus
Now I’ve written this blog in the same formula of writing poetry. I don’t know if I’m comin’ or goin’, and I’m OK with Anonymity.
