I hear the world is searching for peace.
I see peace in a glowing sunrise, in a child’s innocence, in the light of pale moon, in a mother’s caress, in a fragrant blossom, in a brother’s embrace, in a friend’s affection, in a solitary walk, in a father’s love, in a glowing sunrise, in gentle rainfall.
Some desperately hope for it to end violence.
Others eagerly wait for it to slip into serenity.
And the search continues.
Perhaps peace is what surrounds us, waiting to be discovered, breathing of life, very much alive.
From -UNDER THE BODHI TREE- by Annu Subramanian