There’s been a surprising amount of interest in a recent post on my blog at echoesfromemptiness.com
(Visitors to that site will be aware that the postings are notes that were penned several years ago as she-who-writes was feeling her way into an uninvited and unexpected view of life.)
The post is called hope is the enemy of peace. It seems to want to be aired here as well – who knows why. There’s nothing I’d change with the benefit of hindsight, however a few sentences have been added.
pain, sinus, head-cold, cough, temperature,
body demands attention and is receiving it
there is no desire for any of this to be other-than-it-is:
just now, like this, right here.
and this is the peace that was hungered for, sought
in every hopeful thought.
It’s a big say, but it can’t be denied:
hope is the enemy of true peace
for hope-full thoughts abandon actuality
projecting an idea-l scenario and
sabotaging the movement of an
which knows without knowing
and acts beyond right or wrong.
Peace is present the moment thought stops churning out its versions of a better me, a better you, a better world … sometime soon, hope-fully … and this unknowable Peace is the source of unscripted – therefore wholly creative – action.
To contribute to radical – not revolutionary – change, give up hope and rest in Peace.
Peace will show the way.
And be prepared: it might very well be a way that seems un-peaceful to the hope-generating thought machine.
compassion is a
~ said His Holiness the Dalai Lama
speaking at Krishnamurti’s memorial service in Chennai, India.
~ miriam louisa