When I feel peace,
it’s like my whole body
is on fire,
with a dim,
yet warm glow.
Soft,
like moonlight,
peace creeps in my open window,
sunlight glows.
Somewhere,
A mountain stream
rushes down a cliff.
A pool at the bottom
sits there,
unbroken,
Like glass.
Somewhere,
in a field
grass grows,
velvet soft,
doves coo,
sweetly.
Somewhere,
so peaceful.
Lenox, Massachusetts
