How Exquisite

For many years, in the maelstrom of delusion, I discovered a respite of sorts in realizing that confusion was wrought mostly upon deceit. And like it or not, I had been deceived.

An unintentional formula that went like this:  I trusted the source more than the information I was gleaning, assuming that I had possession of the truth from the font of so much of my collected sacred trusted truth thus far. And in that confidence was a peace with how I discerned being in the living world.

One such subtle error was my nature of peace.  I had, like so many others, considered peace to mean the end of conflict, where strife and struggle were at an end; a tranquil and serene harmony.  It was not until I was in my angst that I discovered the real nature of peace as not being at the end of resistance, but in the presence of freedom.  It was then I discerned the intricate and delicate relationship, like an expertly woven tapestry, the relationship of love and peace. Together, complementing, this precious ideal of freedom; free from suffering.  And what is suffering but unattended pain? As it goes, what is pain but a physical, (or emotional), signal as reaction to an incorrect choice? As a road sign that exclaims..." you are traveling in an unintended direction". 

 Of course, we're free to continue, that's the design of things...but that sly playful universe will continue to mutter softly, "thought, just maybe, you'd like to be aware instead."