When you seek and seek
and seek the truth,
when you say yes to it,
even when you think
it will kill you,
even when it rattles your bones,
and slings mud on the crisp
white sheets on your washing line--
when you do this,
eventually, peace will find you
and you will find peace.
But be warned.
Peace is not always quiet or still;
sometimes it is a deep vibration,
a rock and roll song,
a piece of chocolate cake dripping
in heavy cream sauce.
Peace can be raucous,
I tell you, downright audacious.
One night, you might find your peaceful self
dancing naked in your backyard
while the stereo blares through the window
and the trees’ branches and the leaves
and the blades of grass
sway to your beat.