The sky was (is) bright, clouds parting as I drifted past. Oh the peace. I mean peace with no opposite. This is the point, you see. There is no opposite to peace as peace is, beneath the ego's shouts to the contrary.
The sky did not ask my religion, nor my politics, nor my nationality. It was simply blue with some clouds. It was silent, and the depth of its silence cannot be expressed with any language. No strings attached.
Reality has no opposite. Joy, love, peace, as they are, simply live forever unopposed, because nothing else exists. Only this.
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