Buried Treasure

if i could wish peace upon you
i'd wish it like a wave
a downy blanket
warm thick and heavy
and delightfully overwhelming

i'd wish it upon you
like sleep upon a child
after a day at the beach
like quiet on the earth on
a moonless night

if i could wish peace upon you
i would
but i can't
peace is already within you
you must reach down inside yourself

reach down through all the
pain and rejection and fear
and broken promises and
unrealized dreams and
ancient loves

dig through the tepid muck
of hatred and heartache
confusion and consternation
the sludge of self-gratification
and entitlement

break apart the frozen crust of
lost innocence and disappointment
and there in the small, quiet
darkness is peace lying still
like a field mouse waiting for spring

if i could wish peace up on you
i would
but peace is already with you
you've learned to bury it
during the long winter of your discontent

i wish you could see that

The Rain

i've read of occurrences
connecting one to all
with time and space and history
encompassed are we all

if only we could see
from beneath the looking glass
everything seen heard and done
effects our future from the past

two day ago I saw it
a butterfly flapped its wings
and the frog that missed its supper
its sad song began to sing

frightening a nearby squirrel
the chaos had begun
changing the course of wind
and weather from rain to sun

a little girl affected by toxins
injected by stings of bees
was playing in her yard quite freely
running and climbing trees

now had that bug not fluttered
and started this chaotic chain
that young girl's heart would still beat now
having been saved by rain

No Where

no where to go
it has to come out
it fills me from the pit
of my stomach
it makes my bones shout

but it's dying
now within me
like a flame under a
mason jar
it longs to be free

it longs to fly
and give itself away
to escape the terrible
nonage and isolation
entrapping men today

it needs to run
and feel the breeze
that is far away from
the confines of ego
that makes it freeze

it desires to encourage
enlighten and engage
with all the love and
energy of souls whose
presence can assuage

alas for all its wants
it does none of these
so rare an occasion
that fans the flame
it leaves us in siege

to be given away to
drink the rain of love
of another is what
my love longs for
yet it falls not from above

so it looks around
but with none to know
settles into its ember
beneath the glass
for it has nowhere to go