We stumble upon a piece
of peace,
a stillness of the mind,
a relief from the chaos.
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We clutch onto
this piece,
proud we found it, and
fearful to lose it.
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We write about it,
tell others about it,
build walls around it,
so we can keep it forever.
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We think it’s ours
to keep.
Then just as how it came,
it’s now gone.
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We learn about how to love.
We learn the instructions,
and how to create and
change it.
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But love is not in
the instructions,
just as peace is not
in the cage we made for it.
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Love is in the opening
of the flower, and
the sunshine
reflecting off raindrops.
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Love is in kindness
in all forms.
It is in gratitude,
acceptance and joy.
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Love is in our presence
to the present.
It is in our intimacy
with life.
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As for peace,
it’s already here,
each time you let go
and let peace in.
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