Peace bubbles up through cracks; it will not be
Slapped on like tape. Peace always seems to crest
Outside the confines of monotony.
Move; exhale; be part of something more
By stepping out and joining with your friends;
Keep moving on, and then, for an encore
Move yet again. The motion never ends,
For peace is not the target but the path.
It cannot be obtained, or set in stone.
Like all the others--love, or joy, or wrath--
It is not placed within a heart but grown.
To be at peace is to become yourself:
You cannot do it lying on a shelf.
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