Monday, May 3, 2010

Center of Peace

I walk outside,
Stretch in the early sunshine,
Give thanks for the spring warmth
That has awakened my roses.
I am feeling the oneness with...
     Hey, why can't my neighbor's gardener
     clear the damn leaves without
     the infernal racket of that
     unholy air blowing machine?
I pause,
Catch the rancor of my thought,
Notice that the rose is still bright
And the warbling bird still calls for his mate.
At this, I realize the
Center of Peace must be within me.
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