Peace! It might seem elusive at the moment but it’s exactly “what the doctor ordered”. Or at least what I am telling you.
The pace is gathering tremendously. In many cases it hasn’t been appropriate to go full steam into new projects, though where decisions have been essential to your well-being you have made them. Congratulations! Now it is certainly time to be planning and ordering both the past and the future. Recently it may have been difficult to see what to go ahead with, and what to leave behind. The coming month will make it much clearer. You will know far more often, and there are many opportunities for the joy that you have planted to grow.
But the real key to both growth and joy now is peace. With so much happening – and it will continue – on all sides, you need peace! That peace may not be possible to find in the outside world. However you can always find it within.
Surrender to peace – let go of imaginary fears, tune out the “noise” around you and re-connect with the innermost, deepest joys. Then the world within will be reflected in your world without. Holding joy and peace, you will see the path of joy and peace ahead of you.
Go well, be well,
with love,
Michal
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The White Swan ELU 26th March 2010
Backwards, forwards time moves
At a tremendous pace.
Life is swept up in a whirlwind
Of activity, needled by the damp
Fear, and sometime despair, that lurks beneath
The common, shared surface – crocodiles
With glowing eyes waiting for
Unwary victims.
Searching for peace,
A single swan, gleaming white
Beneath the bridge, signals to me.
White for peace?
Or a white flag for surrender?
On the ever moving river
Ripples race in quick, fluid
Motions, like an old film
Flickering. I am waiting
To understand the message.
Now I know it.
The river, like the film, like time
Seems to move so quickly
But it’s essence is unchanging:
Surrendering to peace.
Be the white swan under the bridge.
Glide in stately circles, ignoring
The perturbations of the water, imaginary
Crocodiles, or some other whimsy.
White is for peace, and
It’s no surrender.
The distant snow capped mountains
And the dusty plains call. I
Belong to the overarching sky.
Let the flotsam and the jetsam
Of the river float by. You call
Me, and I hold you to my heart,
My distant mountain,
Keeper of my deepest desire.
Dearest.
© Michal Levin 2010
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