Peace is not like a dove
Because doves coo
And doves flap
And dove's claws scrabble
On the roof,
But my peace
Sits cross-legged
On a nearly stained
Carpet in a silence
Encompassed by music,
My peace is found
In good company,
My peace is found
In Japanese gardens
And anime,
My peace is found
In joyfulness of being,
In open communication
That comes with neither
Censure nor argument,
Peace, my peace, this peace,
Is a current that flows
Both deep and sure
And in two directions,
And I bless it even as it
Blesses me,
And thee that helps create it.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
Peace is not like a dove
Because doves coo
And doves flap
And dove's claws scrabble
On the roof,
But my peace
Sits cross-legged
On a nearly stained
Carpet in a silence
Encompassed by music,
My peace is found
In good company,
My peace is found
In Japanese gardens
And anime,
My peace is found
In joyfulness of being,
In open communication
That comes with neither
Censure nor argument,
Peace, my peace, this peace,
Is a current that flows
Both deep and sure
And in two directions,
And I bless it even as it
Blesses me,
And thee that helps create it.
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