Dreaming of great peace

Sitting down thinking about peace.

An inner force, surrendering. Slow in life, silent in moves.

Surrender.

What is great peace?

Getting restless, breathing without breath. Calming down in thoughts of peace.

Surrender.

Surrender in a believe. Allowing to believe. Growing together; together, watering an old tree.

Believing.

Believing in great peace on our world, in our times. Great peace in us — in our souls in our smile.

I am scarred, yet full of trust. Listening to an old voice. it’s our beautiful soul speaking with us. Listening to needs and wishes.

Free.

Can we dare to think?

Can we hold? Are we ready to believe? Or are you telling us already?

Listening. Listening deeply to our soul.

Our singing soul. Come together.

Hence we walk. We try to talk and we fail, we try again and, not surprisingly, works.

Am I just walking in a dream, a place that allows for any ideas to arise?

Do we want to believe?

An old cat walks by. She has seen generations coming and going. She knows.

She can hear our song.

She smiles.