More Peace = More Pain

Could it be possible that we've had it backward all along?

That hiding does not keep us safe. It keeps us at risk.

That stillness does not bring us escape. It brings us truth.

That truth may set us free, but only through excruciating transformation.

Could it be that by finding our inner peace, we also find our inner pain?

Must we wrestle match toward truth in most profound faith?

In this wrestling, must we must gnash each of our teeth, and down to the bone of our jaw, as we chew threw the shackles of ignorance?

Could the most peaceful among us be the one who feels the most pain?

Could the space created by peace and stillness be the very capacity of each of us to feel both pain and pleasure?

Perhaps abundance is both gold and shadow.

Perhaps more peace means more pain.