Peace does not arrive when called. It remains when allowed.
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Stop.
Set aside the frantic buzz of bees.
Sit in the stillness.
Let it come of its volition
Not by the force
Of your shove.
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Allow stoic
Silence
And calm.
Shun
Unwanted frenzy
Of Chaos.
The fire
Of Urgency.
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Rushing
the result
Shuts the door
to its still form.
Stop swinging
The door open
To see if it’s there.
Or banging it
With force.
She is reticent.
Blushes easily
And will turn quietly
Away.
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Peace will come
Donning the robe
Of silence
And stillness
If she will.
Open the door
If she arrives
Or wait
If she does not
Because
She would already
Be within.
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