|Waiting for my coffee, I doodle.|
Not everyone seeks peace.Some don't know about it.
They fight to be right, lead battalions,
spill other's red intrinsic beauty.
Their egos, a heart pulsing a marching beat.
Their ignorance creating victims
for whom peace is just a mist.
Others have heard of peace,
but wage internal battles,
or struggle with external storms.
Still others prefer life from a parachute,
jumping, jumping. One moment to next.
Peace a game of hide and seek,
a hope to find a heaven
that's never been lost.
Me, I thought I could learn about peace
from nature, see myself in calm waters,
in the spirit of a tree, the density of a cloud,
the wisdom of birds who know
when to be still, when to take flight,
in arching rainbows teasing my eyes,
tricking them into seeing from afar
colors that look still,
but are actually melting in a fog.
But, I learned nature doesn't teach peace,
it only gives a taste of its flavors when sweet.
Nature resembles us,
not always in balance or candy treat.
Then I thought I could find peace in meditation,
let myself fall into the abyss of nothing.
What could be more peaceful than nothing?
I learned I have so much to learn.
Stillness and silence just give me a glimpse
but then wake me up to flow or bump
within life's lucid dream.
I can't define peace,
though sometimes it holds me.
Like today at the farmer's market,
in the all the noise, the movement,
the buying, the selling,
the kind looks and smiles reciprocated,
the warm hand holding mine...
peace hugged me, like a newborn blanket.
For now, I must be satisfied with ideas:
That peace is mystery woven from love.
That it's something one does,
not just feels or dreams of.
That it takes practice,
that it's not governed by lack
or surplus of discomfort or fun,
That it's not all powerful,
it can be destroyed by fear.
Some things I do know, don't merely suspect:
here, within the limitation of my words,
in the motion of living, inside/out our breaths,
and yes, even in death.
I also know my wish
that whatever it is,
it always be with you.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)