Snuff the fires out of sight and
Cultivate cool peace.
While the bottomless chasm of fear grows larger beneath the illusion.
But is peace really calm stillness, or quietness of the mind?
To be-head the risings of fear
Doesn’t render their roots obsolete.
The peace I seek is the evolving harmony
within the enlivened rhythm of being.
A state of mind–
manifested dynamically, never still enough to grasp.
Relational communion with the Love,
me and it, dancing alive into something ever newly created.
The Depths of Light 