A Piece of Peace

One thought grows to merge with others, while others jump on for the ride.
Thoughts, not reality, swell into an unseen tempest, frothy with angst.

He said, she said; what right do they have, anyway? They should know; they should care!
How dare they rain on my parade?

And, further more, how could they have intimated this and that?
They've done it before. Oh, the selfishness, the spitefulness!

Bottom-feeding in the lake of despondency, bitterness sneaks in to every crevice.
The cycle completed, stagnation grows, and all is black.

Actors and actresses repeat their lines. The stage? Almost palpable.
Almost... Only almost. Almost.
Not...not really...
not reality.
Oh...

Reality is now; this tree, that bush, the sky, the breath, the grass, the birdsong, a voice.
All in this moment, the present...reality.

Tangled thoughts gradually unravel; the fraying ends spray shards of light.
Light and lightness begin to dawn, opening the way...opening the way to Truth.

A sigh, a breath a pause in the secrecy of thought. In stillness and calm, a bit of peace seeps in.
A small piece, radiating inward and out; a wholly delightful, utterly satisfying piece of...
peace!