That peace finds favor with each heart that loves. When the mind keeps quiet and speaks no inner word, peace floods the area where this silence prevails. A heart which feels the flavor of peace needs an outlet for its pulsing effervescence.
Peace is an explosively subtle state.
It seems quiescent, yet it needs to spread its wings and fly to the edges of the universe. Between pulsations in the heart there is peace. Between days of toil, in the still of night, there is peace. There is peace in every nightly flourish of the moon across the sky, and in the drone of a lawnful of crickets. We are like fish swimming in a sea of peace, refusing to acknowledge it as we breathe its very essence.