Where Hollows Go

I want to go where hollows go and sink into the earth; where love retreats to be enfolded with itself, forever home. I listen for the stillness, climb the crags of discontent, direct my body and my heart above the wars of make-believe and to the real ascendant joy of everlasting peace. It is our destiny, you know. Its power is unassailable, our refuge ever there. It is my sanity, my god-source, raison d'etre of the being I elect. And when I wish you peace, the gods will smile, for they, too brood and writhe within-- the process of the ages unbeginning and without an end. "There is no way to peace," *he said; "Peace is the way." ~ *A.J. Muste (Muste is the founder of our most historic peace organization)