Saying the noise has got so much that it's bothering the heart and the wild strange place beneath the heart, and now listen -
Just be quiet, with peace.
It's not that I think peace is more valuable than rose-gold abundance and glorious song. It's not enough that I particularly like being quiet.
It's about hearing what you need to learn.
So sometimes the call for quiet sounds like noise, noise. Overtalking, using the wrong words and realising you've offended someone, their silence slamming up against your stumbling apology, still talking, dropping dishes, shutting doors too loud, worrying, worrying. All of it, together, echoing, says -
Wha you need is peace.