Peace… it is as if you have turned the sand timer upside down so that space is on the inside and it all runs the other way round. You are such a curious river; where do you run to? I wonder how it is possible to stay in you. 

It is strange how a space can be so still and yet at the same time so full.  The closest image I can find for it is a frozen pause over a giant moving breathing ocean. But I wonder if this communicates to you what it articulates for me. I mean that the questions are still there but they are become wings to soar on; the mystery has not vanished but it has become the sky vast and magnificent overhead; the pain and the memories and the future have not been deleted, but they are like the sea beneath us and the distant horizon and do not need to be held onto. And it feels possible to stay here for some time; but it feels like if is reaches in any deeper I won't have any words left at all.

And the oddest thing is strangers stopping to ask what it is. How is it possible to respond? Maybe for now listening to them is the only thing to do.