Peace is speaking when you want to
And being in touch with yourself enough
To sense when to shut up.
Peace is spending time with who you want to
Without rushing
And being able to afford the simple pleasures
That make such moments sweet.
Peace is in a child,
When they hug you for no reason,
Just because you make them feel safe.
Peace is listening
Because listening is loving.
Peace is also understanding
That you can love people who make mistakes
Because perfection is boring.
You feel peace when you hold yourself
Carefully, courageously, honestly and lovingly
In your fullness.
Your sweetness,
And sometimes your bitterness.
Peace is learning how to let others exist
Without fixing it, or butting in.
Peace is standing in the here and now
With arms wide open
Open to life.
Whispering,
Bring it all, bring, bring,
Bring it all.