Inner City Peace

This world we’ve constructed for ourselves,

Violent, selfish and uninviting

While, the world on its own,



Is just the opposite.

Full of calming beauty,

Coexistence, generosity and openness.

Each day,

If only for a moment,             


And simply coexist,                                                                

To feel the wind run across my skin,

The sun, gently warming my hair.

To appreciate the grass, so green and lush,

The flowers, peeking out, just beginning to bloom.

Time to sing along with the birds’ beautiful chipper melody,

And watch the squirrels run with wild freedom.

To immerse myself in harmony,

In peace,

In the natural and true world order,

And simply exist.


Here, ownership is nonexistent,

You cannot bottle the breeze,

Or jar a wave.

You can’t purchase freedom,

Or email the glisten of morning sunshine reflecting gloriously off of jet black fur.

If you trap the breeze,

It ceases to exist,

Its spirit dies.

And in effect, you’ll have trapped emptiness,


Futility, but we continue.


I don’t wish to strive,

Or survive

Confine or work.


Enlarge or reduce.

I will not grind or achieve or chase.

I’ve no interest in climbing a ladder,

For at the top, only a trapped breeze awaits.

I’d rather a mountain,

A view, some snow.

I yearn for coexistence,

For a purpose and love that are persistent,

Surrounded by sunshine or raindrops,

Engulfed in the breeze.

To cut the chains,

We’ve bound ourselves as willing slaves.

Lose the shackles,

And just be,

Be truly free.





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