Disturbing Peace


Love is softer than I thought it would be

Less dramatic, more quiet, like a gentle flowing stream

The passions that once ruled my life

have quietly dissipated.

And I am left with the silence of my soul

And the singing of birds as they wake me from my sleep.


How amazingly challenging it is to surrender

into the softness of my Being.

The mind wants to find something to play with.

Something that disturbs the silence

Yet nothing holds this depth of quiet.


The peace disturbs me now

As I seek questions to answers I already know.

Does the mind want to disturb its peace

To give it something to occupy itself?

Or can the heart rejoice in its freedom,

feeling the exquisite joy of simply being alive.


By Sydney Salt


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