When I think of peace
I think of water
Of smooth surfaces
Of oceanic depths
Of cleansing
Of quenching
Of succor
Of need
(Of tears of drowning)
Peace like water
Is contorted stillness
An ocean holds so much
Life and death within
The waves are the rhythm
The breathing of its heart
The cadence of the souls
That reside inside
There are constant changes
Occurring to and through
Any body of water
As with all things
Yet unlike land
When storms pass
The water
Is as it was
And unlike fire
None can stifle
The power
Of its flow
And unlike air
It is seen and heard
More than effect
Of its passing
Is that the essence
Of peace?
To truly live
A life of peace
Is it not to live
A life apart
But instead to live
A life connected
Feeling all the things
That happen to and through
Always changing
With every squall
But remaining true
To who you are
(To who I am for who you were)
These things in life
Will wash through me
Will wash over me
Changing me within
Without destroying
Who I am
A frog sitting
On the surface
Of a placid pond
Water so clear
The frog begins
To call its call
Sing its song
Creating vibration
Rippling out
Through water
In the shape
Of the frog
Each ripple
Reflecting the other
Connecting the frog
To the water
When the song
Falls silent
The frog and pond
Are as they were
Yet they have changed
I have changed
The world has changed
Around and through us
I want to be the water
And the frog
And the vibration
And the stillness
I want to be the trees
Mirrored in the pond
The clouds overhead
And the space between
Peace
Is all these things
I want to be
Peace
