Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Peace



Touched again

Pieced into the fabric of winter

Skinned naked in the light.

Pieces

What is it?
Peace-word
stepping backward
and each battle has its place
peace
a gift for my children
A settle in my heart
a drift
adrift
a seperation from reality.
stepping away to step up
to watch like Budda
weeping yet not
apart