You know beauty.

Remember the morning,

the morning,

the morning.

The pause of the ticker tape

of thoughts,

The rise of your attention to

one you love:

a sleeping baby, a purring cat, a snoozing dog, a sunrise, a great tree amid an ecosystem of green.

Now, turn, to remember, you…

the lover’s gaze of your eyes, the stillness of your attention, the delight in your heart, the gratitude in your smile.

You know beauty.

This is a process. We are writing Poems of Peace.