Laying down arms
Taking off armor
Metaphorically, spiritually
And yes, physically speaking
Isn't a raising of history's meaning
Of the white flag
Loser won't be our tag
For comparisons are going
Competition's soon to be gone
Leaving the feeling of alone
To be replaced by
All-One
As our wish for a sense of self
Becomes greater
Greatness we become
For true love
Is whence we come
So
In letting go
Of heavy things
We are better able to pick up our arms
And bring
The Peace
Having released
Our tomfoolery
We embrace
We don't just admire or long for but taste
The truth
That freedom is free
For it doesn't take a super sleuth
To realize
Peace is our delight
Our flight
So
Slowing down
Breathing deeper
Looking around
We see all the room
That IS
Love's space
By not forcing our march
We pick up our pace
So
What was previously seen as slow
Becomes fast
Or at least
At last
Definition is slipping away
Making room for an easier way
To go about our day
Struggle has had it's say
Yet as we no longer hold on tight
As we give up our fight
Peace
Through release
Is but a step
A breath
A smile
Away

Copyright © Michael Mayer 2007