Restless souls turn aimless eyes to the wind It is invisible (the wind), but tangible "Peace," it whispers, and peace it yearns to leave And peace it does leave, for those awake to catch it Peace is not some curious, foreign substance Not something searched for down ruthless streets and dark hearts Nor is it something attained by hate or indifference Peace does not leave us, though it is often lonely Peace is present in hopeful eyes and open hands In embraces and uncrossed arms It longs for us, as much as we long for it If we call upon it, Peace, will not disappoint.
True words aren't eloquent; eloquent words aren't true. Wise men don't need to prove their point; men who need to prove their point aren't wise. - The Tao Te Ching