Coming to Peace

Peace is like a shadow that follows us Trailing in the wake of busy lives Elusive if we chase it Unrecognized when we finally come to rest Sitting right on top of it So to speak Without letting it in Ever patient, ever at peace This is in fact our resting state The gap between breaths, between beats The very moment between Needing to do or have anything A moment, complete in itself, That may feel an obstacle to all we want to achieve And so we propel our lives forward From birth to death One long arc Of seeking something more Than what was here all along The ground that holds the shadow And all the dust that settles (11/13/24)