Silence cradles peaceAn ancient mythos tells the story of a child born with cattle in hay in a dark, cold night in a dark, cold world. The world is always dark and cold, full of anger, envy, and spite, careening from evil to biting evil. But even on that dark, cold night there was a moment of silent peace, a moment when stillness cradled all. The open secret, seen by sages, is that the silent moment abides always cradling all in peace. Our task is to see it holding the darkening whorl in its light, the cradle of peace, wrapping the strife in the love that binds the chaos into one.
Silence cradles peace
Silence cradles peace
Silence cradles peace
Silence cradles peaceAn ancient mythos tells the story of a child born with cattle in hay in a dark, cold night in a dark, cold world. The world is always dark and cold, full of anger, envy, and spite, careening from evil to biting evil. But even on that dark, cold night there was a moment of silent peace, a moment when stillness cradled all. The open secret, seen by sages, is that the silent moment abides always cradling all in peace. Our task is to see it holding the darkening whorl in its light, the cradle of peace, wrapping the strife in the love that binds the chaos into one.