Our Peace

I looked at the horrible faces, agnostic, I look at the beautiful faces, pristine, I looked for a summer in the midst of winter, and for repose in a gruelling duel with death and oblivion. I looked for salvation, looked outside the door for breath and bread. I looked towards the sun, and inwards, and moved upwards and moved closer to the stars, within the cyclone of your scars, within the summer of your love. I looked before overlooking anything, and beyond hope, and before tomorrow and happy as I was I kissed life on the chicks and sat next to a pumpkin and read limericks. I looked within your eyes and tried to find out if they were true, and since they were true I looked further into your heart, and without further I do I said can we be one? I sat under the bodhi tree and said can I be a bodhisattva, and I was open to love and open to desire, and open to freedom of movement and the amorous rain fell on my toes and it felt so free. I looked into your eyes and within your heart and saw love, and saw possibility and discovery and laughter. For I had tasted your love so much, and tasted your dreams in my sleep. I looked within you, within me, and tried to find your peace, our peace.