Peace Is

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Peace is pollen, miniscule seed

That roots in mindful soil; it breeds

Where thoughts are harboured, captured by

A mind that chooses what supply

To water, weed, and tend with care,

And which to deny access there.

After thoughts which harm are routed

Peaceful seeds can then be sprouted;

Global gardens introspected

Are the places peace perfected.

Peace begins within – before hatred can grow and germinate, it must be thought, considered, ingested into the soul. As our hearts move toward those in Paris and Beirut who have suffered at the hands of hatred, I must ask – How does your garden grow?

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Summer’s End To-Do List

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Soaking up sunshine

Storing rays for darker days

Treasuring the light

The Secret Garden

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There grows a garden deep within,

in soul’s most secret soil,

where ferns of fear and flakes of doubt

can daintily uncoil.

The seeds I plant in mindful ways

take root and multiply,

so if I want to harvest hope,

my thoughts must hover high.