The Peace of Be-ing – The Beauty of Be-ing

There’s nothing like the peace of a park bench at the seaside, nothing.

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There’s nothing quite like the gently beating breeze as it buffets and soothes the auricles from behind.

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As I close my eyes and feel the senses enveloped by creation in placid flight, I know peace -- I know my little and satisfying place in the world.

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I feel the pump in my quads courtesy of a sprinting bicycle ride; the beating of my heart and the release of endorphins attests -- I am free!

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The white noise of the waves dancing with each other and virtual stillness of the landscape juxtapose.

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The birds, many varieties, sweep nonchalantly through the air, interacting with their environment completely unaware of the pleasure they give me.

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As I sit for a moment at this bench I know beauty. It is what I feel, it is there right this moment. Grab it... no I can’t. It’s not there to be kept.

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Taking it all in; allowing life to happen; peace sweeping over my being. I am be-ing.

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The peace of be-ing is God’s treasure and gift to me... to you too. It’s there for the taking. What an amazing experience life can be. It can be breathtaking and I suggest it is the most breathtaking when you consider it alone... when you’re all alone with only your senses, wow.

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Life and all there is to see, hear, taste, touch, and smell in creation. How could this place not have been created by an all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-loving God? Why is the created world more interesting that the human-made world? How is that the white noise of waves is infinitely more peaceful than the ‘white noise’ of traffic?

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Ponder.

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