Peacefulness

“Breathing in I see myself as still water,
breathing out I reflect things as they are”
~ Thich Nhat Hanh

How are things,
ultimately

Are we meant
to go about frantic, or
are we meant
to go about singing, as
we go forth in beauty
gathering wellness and
battling the bulldozer of greed
with joy-stickers instead of swords

Sifting through the past
so many past-lives within
my one life
myself at every turn a stranger
ricocheting from act to act
misunderstood
misunderstanding
beneath a canopy of ghosts
the searing sun beating down

Until I turn
until I turn
into the beating of my heart
rivers of love
within my body
flowing