By Gonny 
There are moments when it works…when I see through the stage lights and realize this whole world is just a play written by my own Mind.
Every scene, every conflict, every joy and heartbreak…all part of a dream.
For a fleeting moment, it feels peaceful, almost funny, to know I am both author and actor.
And then, suddenly, the curtain drops.
I feel the weight of the costume again….a body, with all its limits and
restless thoughts.
The news screams about divisions in America, about Gaza in ruins, about a world that seems to have misplaced Love itself.
A deep sadness rises, heavy and ancient, as if my heart remembers another place but cannot return.
And then today’s Lesson comes, like a hand upon my shoulder:
“The quiet of Heaven envelops my heart today.”
Ah… I remember.
I do not need to fix the play or teach the actors their lines.
All conflicts are already resolved in the Mind of God.
Every scene has already found its resting place in Love.
I breathe….and the noise fades.
The silence of Heaven is not far away, nor above the clouds.
It is right here, waiting beneath every anxious thought.
It is the pause between two heartbeats, the soft space before I choose to judge.
In that stillness I see: I was never the body that suffered, never the reformer of the world.
I am the dreamer awakening, not the dream itself.
And in that recognition, the world becomes lighter, almost transparent…
like mist touched by morning sun.
The wars still seem to play out, the headlines still change,
but inside, something unmovable smiles quietly.
It knows that nothing real can be threatened,
and nothing unreal exists.
Today, I need do nothing.
Only rest in the peace that was never lost.
And let the quiet of Heaven
wrap its gentle arms around my heart. 
With love and light,
G.