I wrote this poem many years ago when I was searching for some peace.
The thought process is still relevant today, perhaps even more so...
Peace... just a thought
It comes to mind
It forms from space
It changes fast, and doesn't last
unless... I make it hold a place.
It flies around
It forms a void
It seems alive, and wants to thrive
unless... I make it feel annoyed.
It changes shape
It forms a word
It follows feeling, senses reeling
unless... I make it strike a chord
It brings a face
It works with love
It connects the dots, inspiring thoughts
It's not unless... it's more... like a dove.
It settles down
It claims its' place
It travels wide, no need to hide
It spreads its wings... it's Peace, it's Grace.
It works like magic
It feels my need
Don't think it's nought, as in just a thought
Peace can grow from the smallest seed.
This month, our Power of Eight group is focusing our 10 minute daily intention on Peace.
Every small seed thought creates a powerful growth process... anyone can do it... and anytime is good.
Om Shanti, Eileen
