peace - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
When did "brothers in arms" stop meaning a loving embrace? When did the value of an animal or plant become a monetary amount? If life isn't sacred, aren't we all scared underneath? I know I am. Yet we are all human, all born to love; so let's wage love on the world with the only arms God meant us to have. To me that's a holy war - open hearts, open minds and all the help we can give the needy. For a fraction of the cost of war we can end hunger, isn't that a good place to start? For when we bring the love that lives within us out into the world, we will know peace.
I believe that the marriage of two concepts has the roots of peace. The first is that debate is verbal war, that active listening and seeking to learn and understand is the way forward. The second is to know that concept is master and that language is only a crude tool of thought. If you look at a tree, a penguin or another human being and take all words for that organism from your mind and say "This is a ..." and let no word come, the result is amazing. We learn in that fraction of a second how much we don't know and the result is awe, like a baby. If we bring these two concepts together, to actively listen and to understand concepts - to know that words are just the way we explain our deep feelings and ideas - then we have a real chance of peace.
Peace is more that the absence of war. We leaned that after the troubles had ended. We learned that to live with love is the only way to achieve true peace. When all of your actions are guided by a love that is not tainted with self-serving motives and does not cause harm, you will find the nirvana your soul craves. We learned to accept our responsibilities for each other and to the living earth with gladness in our hearts. We no longer follow any religious scripture, but we call this love "God," because that is what we have come to believe. Love is God and He is love. It's so simple but when we were in ashes it lead us to salvation.
Peace is the subtle sea flowing calmly past without a ripple or a wave in sight. Peace is the forests quiet yet deadly yet rewarding and kind. Peace is the sun glowing insistently shining down like a beacon of hope and serenity. Peace is the relief from revealing a lie and the burden carried of your soldiers a bird flying away which is now free. Peace is truth. Peace is every days work finding comfort among jobs despite the tedious repetitiveness. All this is flexible. Is peace flexible?
The world needs less brothers in "arms" and more brothers in arms.
"We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace."
The South Pacific at daybreak was indeed a sight for sore eyes. The sun peeked above the horizon, causing red streaks to cut into the awakening sky. The sea was clothed in a million shimmering stars that twinkled whenever the next wave came. Blue; blue was everywhere, it covered the ocean’s surface and, skipping the sunrise, traveled up into the sky for as far as the eye could see. In the middle of the ocean sat a little boat, out of place in the endless blue, like a black blotch on an artist’s blue canvas. It had three small sails and a little cabin in the center of its wooden deck; a steel rail ran around the edge of the deck. A girl stood at the rail, gripping it with both hands while she closed her eyes and tilted her head back to catch the sun’s emerging warmth. Her auburn hair flowed free around her face, and a slight smile curved her lips. She had the appearance of someone completely at peace, without a care in the world.