Let it Be

And when the broken-hearted people
living in the world agree
there will be an answer.

Let it be.

Pic by Mercedes Garcia Bravo under a creative commons licence .

As above, so below.  And as without, so within.

A different world, without and within, feels so believable and possible to me when I'm sitting in meditation, outside in the morning sun, with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, and I'm at peace.  Peace from whatever warring factions are scratching their nails down my damn insides at any one time.

The torment and the peace are such completely different states as to make it almost impossible to believe they can be contained within the one body.  I suppose this is partially why I still (sometimes) hold to this crazy notion that this is not the best of all possible worlds.  Sometimes I can smell the change bubbling underneath, like I can smell the yeast in the bread dough that's rising beside me on the table.