peace is a luxury, peace is a luxury...luxury? the phrase kept 

scrolling through my brain, since the other day. have you ever seen   

that phrase? it sticks  in my brain. peace is different things for 

first you would think peace is the absence of war. but we hardly think 

of  that as a luxury. we hardly think of war. so we 

hardly think of the absence of war, or peace. is it? sad, no? is peace

like designer goods, real estate, is peace your own ivory tower. 

peace is a luxury means peace is a dream, unless you

can own a safe place and make it a sanctuary of peace. unless you are 

displaced, desolate.

i guess i trailed off last night, ended up watching a film about a singer 

in mongolia searching for a song her grandmother knew. woke up 

thinking about this wondering if it was left unfinished. it was and i 

started started again without going back, adding another picture. i 

look now and tweak a little, it could be different, it could have come 

a different way, perhaps not better, so i leave it this way. peace should 

at least be a place we can go inside. peace may always be a luxury but it's 

not a luxury you can buy. luxury meant lust, light, abundance, and 

dislocation, displacement. luxation of the globe means your eyeball 

leaving its socket— language!  when we dream even bad dreams we may be 

seeking resolve, peace. we may not know how to do it awake, and dreams 

may be forgotten, but peace is deep medicine, is everything we may 

think we want ending up in being what we need.