in the mornings it blooms
open are the windows to my peace
flowers sprout in the interior
mushrooms pattern along the sidewalk

the sound of swirling echoes through
the thc trees speak in mellow volumes
the walls are hue
they speak of a gloomy truth

the temple of my peace
rest your burdens upon the carpet outside
walk in with your eyes blinded
walk no more

the preacher of my temple speaks
with peace one is complete
without one is broken
and inbetween one is unfound

peace sings louder in her temple
even louder in yourself
with peace we walk out seeing
peace for oneself
peace for others