Seekers seeking peace. The very act of looking for it is to step away from it, like a paper doll cut out of the paper, that then tries to find itself, and its source.
Peace doesn’t go anywhere. It doesn’t come and it doesn’t leave.
It is the unmoving eye at the center of the experiential storm.
Peace is neither a place to get to, or a status barometer.
It is not yours; nor is it mine. It isn’t personal. It cannot be owned, kept, found, or lost. It’s what is here when there’s no “you-ing” or “me-ing,” (i.e., hoping, looking, waiting for it).
It cannot possibly be had one minute, and then lost the next. Because it is prior to time; prior to the idea of looking for it; prior to hoping and waiting; prior to everything.
Peace is the pre-existing condition. It is just here, now. It is the absence of any condition.
Peace is the water, the ocean in which you swim. And you are not the fish.