Is This Not Heaven In Another Guise?

Another day, another experiment with flow writing.

Is This Not Heaven In Another Guise?

Is this not heaven in another guise? As I look out onto the courtyard beneath my simple but comfortable apartment in a glorious sunny morning, I feel serene, in love with life. Blessed with simple yet delicious food to sustain my body, a gorgeous companion and the chance to indulge myself in research for a book and in its actual writing, what more do I really need? In the face of total uncertainty I am happy, at peace, realising that in this state I am creative beyond my norm and ready to conceive that in time the solution to my challenges will come only when I am in this forgiving, calm place beyond the mind and its constant barrage of questions and doubts.

The words of the One, the source of all things, say it all:

“In every waking moment is an opportunity for life to be joyous or tortuous. Choose what you want for yourself, for the choice truly is yours and no-one else’s.

These thoughts are yours to use, to dwell upon for your betterment. They I offer to you in your despondency, for it is here that you will find your salvation.”

And so I choose joy today and for all days if only I can muster the energy to rise above my circumstances simply by being present to the miracles of life around me, the joy in the moment, even when the thought of the moment could as easily invoke fear. Astounding to some, this is indeed possible, even for a mind as busy as mine! This must be that elusive inner peace that I have sought for so long!

Peace Beyond the Noise

As I began to "go with the flow" in my new life, so did I experiment with "flow writing", writing without thinking, just spewing out whatever words came to mind unplanned, free of judgment, and I found great freedom of expression in doing so as my inner self threw up its most intimate thoughts, fears, doubts and delights.

Peace Beyond the Noise

As I detach myself from planned endeavour and put pen to paper, the ink flows easily as each word follows the last in an effortless surrender to my nature, my inner self whose voice is expressed freely in this way.  There is no "need", no pressure to achieve, just a loving effortlessness that is the expression of faith in myself and nature, another form of the ease with which night follows day.  At peace with myself in the early morning sun, the cool winds slowly giving way to warm breezes as the sun moves inexorably first towards its highpoint then on to its sleeping escape beyond the eye's reach.

I haven't a care in the world as I sit here and write, joy pouring from me in the face of worldly matters that somehow, almost magically, resolve themselves in time.  The doubtful voice within that whispers obligation gently slips away as I float on past the words and feel the truth of the moment whose voice is gentle yet powerful beyond all noise that would challenge my peaceful heart.


As I revel in this idyllic state and observe, as if from afar, the supposed challenges before me, I am almost amused, certainly curious, about how things will work out, as I am aware that at this time there is little else I can do but wait patiently for a signal, a call to the next step the powerful impact of which will come first from a feeling that turns into conscious thought and from there to plans and action.

As patience dictates my attitude and generates a creative vacuum of a peaceful mind and heart, I am in a fit state to notice the feelings so that in time they may become the actions that bring about my future, my dreams.  Each step enjoyable, nearly effortless, the surrender of the will to the self ends the struggle caused by false expectation and replaces it with blissful content.


Later, as I go about my day showered with the sense of inner peace and joy from my early morning reflections in the sunshine, my partner, who is not in the same state of mind and is indeed troubled in his thoughts, observes, "You look like a boy!", said without rancour or compliment but perhaps a little perplexity since we both face the same circumstances and uncertain future yet one of us is happy and the other distressed.  As I reflect on his words I am pleased, for in a space of peace, youthful vigour and childlike innocence and wonder are free to return.  How worry robs us of youth, of dreams, of joy!  How quickly peace restores them!