"Finding Peace"
Surrounded by chaos
I search for peace.
It cannot come from outside,
but must be found within.
I do the usual—
prayer, laughter,
yoga, breathing
meditation, reiki,
Ayurvedic herbs—
OK, perhaps not all
that usual—and this helps.
But not as much, I find
as a cup of good, well-brewed
tea, taken from a china pot,
sipped from a thin porcelain
cup with saucer, all adorned
with my beloved violets. Sitting
in a quiet room, watching
rain pour down, turning the
tiny creek behind the house
into a rushing stream, while
surrounded by cats and a dog.
There, in the quiet stillness,
gazing on the green lushness of
Spring in the rain, surrounded
by uncomplicated love, enjoying
a perfect cup of tea,
I find peace.
It fills me up, pushing out
the stress, the worry,
the complications that fill
my life. The depleted tank
of compassion is refilled.
I think of Love, of Art,
of Poetry, and am calm.
Peaceful. Healed. Restored.
Ready to once again face the world,
give of my time, my knowledge,
my love. Making the world better,
more peaceful, more loving,
until once again, it is time
to retreat to my tea, my quiet,
my companions and find peace.
