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!