Not Doing a Geographical

Resplendence

I have realised that peace cannot be attained by completing the list of never-ending tasks. It is not there at the end of the day. It cannot be found by ‘doing the geographical’. (I love this expression, which implies removing yourself from a place either literally or figuratively.) . So many times I walk away from people, places and feelings, those very times I fight with myself. It becomes a heady ride of emotions. Anger, guilt, resentment compete with each other to get my attention. Peace at such times stands in the corner like an ignored child who has lost all hope of getting the mother’s attention.

Recently, I have been letting the anger, and its friends do all the theatrics for me. I watch as a spectator and clap at their brilliant performances.  If I get totally engrossed I would buy their cause.  However, I simply watch as they perform the parts in this drama of everyday. They recede after sometime behind the curtains. Yes, they can again give another performance, but then I too will just watch. Instead of ignoring I would greet them with respect and let them be. At such times, I have noticed that while I am watching these antics, peace comes over to sit beside and holds my hand.

Being at peace is that small feeling of comfort in the depths of the heart unaffected by the outer chaos. It is like a warm glow of fire, which is so reassuring on a cold night. It blooms like a flower spontaneously with the touch of the rains after a storm. It is not the end of turmoil, but the discovery of order in ‘disorder’.   Peace is that space when colours brighten, and the day swings on the rope of happiness for no reason. Just as a child running in the open your soul feels the gay abandon of peace resonating in your heart as a joyous tune.

 

 

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