No peace appears outside of, or apart from the disturbance that conceals it, and no disturbance appears outside of, or apart from the peace that reveals it. They are inseparable celestial characters, each surrendering itself to become the other... in a ceaseless, seamless Divine act of creation.
We don’t see what is; we only see in parts because in any given moment, only parts of us see.
We are already within, actually a part of the peace we seek, but we can’t see the forest for the me that wants to control, or otherwise own it.
Whenever the mind, asleep to itself, imagines any kind of peace to come... In that same moment it creates -- within itself -- the inevitable appearance of whatever will be the next condition blamed for disturbing it.