The Architect of Peace

The day one decides to set sail is one’s transition from past to eternally present, blindness to vision, bondage to freedom, fixed to afloat, thinking to meaningful, restrained to motivated, inca aaapacitated to revelation, ceremonial. As one canoes offshore and bids farewell to its limited function, adrift, consciousness is born and lingers eternally. One can truly inhale deeply at that moment in time the aroma of one’s true potential to succeed and achieve great things…contentment with a simple log raft, which I know intrinsically, one’s architect would determine how large and complex it would eventually become.

Appetites open whilst at sea and one’s connection with the ocean brings forth planks of wooden thoughts, put together with straps of grass that evolve and strengthen over time. One’s hunger is satisfied whilst hunting, sailing and fishing and the peaceful ocean speaks kindly of a conceptual scheme; one would hear a presence of respect in the winds of conflict/war and an absence of agitation in the repulsive, negative energy of the Dirac sea. Peace, within and without, timeless and independent parameters to peace; one’s ionic lattice. If only mankind would tap into such mind power.

Heeding to its advice, one forms alloys with all its elements and one’s vessel transports goodness irrefutably, in each circumstance, modifying one’s vessel from plywood and fiberglass compromises, to solid wood of integrity as it becomes necessary. In this way one becomes distinguished, visiting the drydocks/shipyards regularly, to carefully maintain one’s peace. Sandblasted, painted and repaired and sea creatures/algae removed. As one is launched back at sea, stern down, bow risen one experiences fully, the taste of fearlessness. This is our journey through life, for there will be good and bad times and one must learn early on to be tough and to be consistent by elevating thoughts beyond horizons.

A state, mind control and consciousness that can be achieved by anyone. One has to master the art of elevating physical environments to a supernatural level. Thoughts can be directed and controlled on a higher, purer plane. Ready to confront ocean currents, tropical cyclones, hurricanes/typhoons, social isolation and malevolence. In this way, one can be strong in the face of adversity, so that offensive, hostile, antagonistic battleships/destroyers fail to conquer one’s mind power. In the zone with resistance of water, friction, stormy weather, one becomes neutralised in one’s voyage to peace. Triumphant in the submerging of one’s hull, cruising at fearless speeds, fueled by coal, oil, nuclear power, one’s diesel engine will combust efficiency, with electronic virtues embedded within…the touch of the self mastery…resilience.

Steering, rowing or pounding, paddling or propelling, whaling or trawling, mooring or dredging, coasting through reefs of pain, its spectacular seabed soothes, never crossing the plimsoll line, double-hulled in one’s ballast water transfer of conversations, stabalised when carrying heavy cargo/burdens. Choose each vessel wisely…barge for unbearable thoughts, ferry for plaeasant ones, autopilot in cable laying of communications, in the deep sea of one’s transoms, one will gather a fleet of ships in a lifetime. Know that the end is inherent in this journey toward one’s destiny created by one’s own cause and effect phenomena. Though never lost at sea, sinking or shipwrecked, one’s own diesel emits sulphur pollution and the acid rain ruins one’s physical existence, but know that consciousness lives on forever.

So when one does decide to set sail and eventually is no longer able to sail….scuttled at sea by the forces of corrosion and osmosis, rotting, struggling to breathe with heart squeezing, know that it is then that one has truly gained rank at sea, it is then that one truly becomes, like breakwaters, the Admiral of peacemakers. In the discrete, luminescent, conscious ocean, in its vibrational dynamics, in one’s quest for resolve, in each zone, in the oblateness and bulge of one’s journey, in many nautical miles, in the minutes of arc, in the meridian of earth, in one’s many encounters with tow/tug boats and manipulative bullies, in putting them to harbour in natural canals/rivers, at varying knots per hour with no compasses, no lighthouses, no buoys, just pure thoughts, averaged over time, gradually defines one’s body but not one’s soul, for souls are infinite in this ocean of peace. Enlightened by one purpose to tap into mind power, await one’s collision with the Architect now and make peace with others, with oneself, with God, within and without…the impact of such a collision, I know lasts forever. Mankind must know this.

by Simone Galy-Laquis

Simone Galy-Laquis was born and bred in the Caribbean island of Trinidad and Tobago. At the age of sixteen she went to England to further her education. Two years later she returned to her homeland to manage one of her father’s businesses. By age nineteen she fell in love and married by age twenty-one. By thirty-one she had five children. She has enjoyed writing poetry since the age of six and has three published poems. Now at forty-one she spends her free time writing. She has a collection of sixty historical and inspirational unpublished poems.

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