For years I’ve been searching for peace,
Talking about it,
Waiting for the kids to grow up so I can finally get it.
I’ve gone to church looking for it,
Counted my breaths in and out, in and out,
Fingered meditation beads,
I’ve sat in the woods for a week,
I’ve crossed the Rockies in an RV,
I’ve sweated in the sun,
I’ve shivered in the wind,
I’ve retreated and visualized,
I’ve chanted and repeated mantras,
But still I remained without that which I sought,
Until the day I caught a fleeting glimpse…
That was the day I looked deeply into my own eyes and realized,
Peace is not doing,
Talking about it,
Waiting for the kids to grow up so I can finally get it.
I’ve gone to church looking for it,
Counted my breaths in and out, in and out,
Fingered meditation beads,
I’ve sat in the woods for a week,
I’ve crossed the Rockies in an RV,
I’ve sweated in the sun,
I’ve shivered in the wind,
I’ve retreated and visualized,
I’ve chanted and repeated mantras,
But still I remained without that which I sought,
Until the day I caught a fleeting glimpse…
That was the day I looked deeply into my own eyes and realized,
Peace is not doing,
Peace is being.
Peace is available at any moment.
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