You can't ride a wave,
when you're treading water.

You can't fight a flame,
when you're the fodder.

You can't calm a storm,
when you're the debris.

And you can't win a war
when you can't see...
You're a big shot calling shots
with every hateful thought.

When peace is in pieces
Be not the wave- a slave to momentum.
Be the ocean- the source.

Be not the flame, but its quelling force.
The rain and the rocks,
guiding its course.

Be not the storm- but its Eye, and see
the sea in its power-
give it its hour.

Then enter the calm in the center,
and piece by piece...
return Peace by Peace.