Peace within me begins to rise,
A hush beneath life's shifting skies,
A sacred stillness softly born,
And quiet spaces once forlorn.
It gathers where my breath runs slow,
A hidden stream I've come to know,
A gentle hum beneath the noise,
A truth untouched by outer poise.
It moves through chambers of my chest,
An unseen tide that brings me rest.
Through every ache it weaves its thread,
Through thoughts once tangled in my head.
No force,
No rush,
No need to chase,
It blooms in its own time and grace,
A patient rhythm,
Deep and wise,
That steadies me and clarifies.
Like morning light through silver mist,
It wakes the parts I once dismissed,
Illuminating shadowed ground,
Where hidden fragments now are found.
And in that glow,
Soft,
Clear,
I greet each doubt,
I release each fear.
For peace does not demand I fight,
It simply turns me toward the light.
It flows beyond my inner sea,
No longer held,
Contained in me.
It spills through gesture,
Word and gaze,
In quiet,
Unassuming ways.
A softened voice,
A slower pace,
A mindful step,
A kinder space.
Each moment touched by what I tend,
A calm that seeks not to defend.
Though unseen threads,
It travels wide,
A ripple cast on every side,
In smiles exchanged and silence shared,
In knowing hearts that feel me there.
For peace,
Once rooted,
Cannot stay,
Confined within its hidden bay.
It longs to reach,
To gently prove,
The quiet strength of conscious love.
No longer swayed by passing storms,
Or shaped by others' shifting forms,
I stand with a steady stream,
Awake inside a living dream.
The world may turn,
The winds may call,
Yet I am anchored through it all,
For what I hold with steady hand,
Becomes the ground on which I stand.
And in this grounding something grows,
A deeper trust my spirit knows,
That all I seek is born within,
Not found in places I have been.
No distant shore,
No future plea,
Could offer what now lives in me.
A quiet truth,
Both vast and near,
That peace is always resting here.
It meets the world with open palms,
With steady breath and woven calms,
Not hardened by what life may bring,
But softened into everything.
For strength is not a guarded wall,
But presence rising through it all,
A quiet power deeply true that shapes the world I'm moving through.
And as this current finds its way,
Through night's embrace and light of day,
It teaches me in subtle art,
The sacred language of the heart,
To pause,
To feel,
To simply be,
To trust what flows so naturally.
For in surrender I can see,
The peace that lives abound in me.
So now I walk a gentler path,
No longer ruled by fear or wrath,
But guided by this inner flame that softly whispers out my name.
And everywhere my footsteps fall,
This quiet grace now touches all.
For peace within,
Once truly known,
Becomes the gift the world is shown.
