if you don't know what to do, you can't go wrong in admitting it, to just pause and meditate peace.

it's not our president. it's not our war. 
it's our peace that is ours. our wonderful peace.

what if thinking peace is making peace. after a while 
it may show. and the dude at the end see it, and feel it too.

i guess it's more the wish for peace to fill the void. the dread of more war. and the poverty at home. may the meditated peace be in the hood, and in the theater of war, somehow, by miracle. peace performs miracles war could never dream of. 

may the thought of peace, even the dream of peace, bridge the disconnect of fear. may the anguish of fear be calmed by the love of peace, subverting anger, violence, and war. may the unquiet spirits not be flown, to war. may they be stopped, and stilled, in the contemplation of peace, sustained.

i can't get it out of my head. this country has always, my whole life, been at war. the war has got to end. there must be a real end.