This afternoon I spent some time sitting by a lily pond. It was a tranquil spot, far from the bustle of busy people and noisy machines. Sitting there, the tranquility seeped into me. Without doing anything, I found myself at peace.
This peacefulness is so exquisite. It feels as delicate and beautiful as a butterfly. It is a joyfulness that does not need excitement. It has the warm relief of a homecoming. It is nuanced with an unspoken gratitude. It is an unearned gift.
In that timeless moment of peace, all was divine spirit.
