i believe that peace lies within the small and the magnificent.
born in blades of grass, living in golden sunlight,
filtering through dusty shadows that whisper of tinkling piano keys.
growing in the quiet that can be found in a world that is never silent,
and dying in the abandon that comes after the rain,
only to be born again. search and you will find beauty.

sonya kitchell, musician

XLVII

Born in blades of grass and filled with dew
the sweet fragance builds and flows toward the sun.

The shadows pretend to beckon
knowing there is no interest in their mystery.
They play at song and music
but there is no dancing in this sunlight.

Search
and be born
again.

There is rain
that flows slowly
past the pier.
The canoes wait
and the beauty
slowly fills
its time
with pent-up
longing.

Peace
elusive
rests
in the desire
for no desire.

That is
the wrong
lesson
learned.

Desire
shapes
the peace
found
and savored
magnificently.