Peace - It's Only Home

This following Poem, another version of PEACE was published by Swami V. and I find it very meaningful and I'd like to share it with you! Hope it'll shed some light - eNjOy!

Behold, it comes in might,
The power that is not power,
The light that is in darkness,
The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke,
And grief unfelt, profound,
Immortal life unlived,
Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow,
But that which is between,
It is not noght nor morrow,
But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music;
And pause in sacred art;
Between silence and passion;
It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never seen,
And love that stands alone,
It is song that lives un-sung,
And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives,
And lull between two storms,
The void whence rose creation,
And that where it returns.

To it the tear-drop goes,
To spread the smiling form
It is the Goal of Life,
And Peace — its only home.

P E A C E

The following was yet another poem composed by me and published once upon a time in our local weekly magazine's Poet's Corner in late 1979

Peace is the most covetible possession on Earth,
And the greatest treasure in the entire Universe,
It is a divine attribute,
A quality of the soul,
It fills the pure heart,
Deserts the lustful,
Escapes the greedy and selfish beings.

Peace is an ornament of the sage,
A state of quietness,
A freedom from disturbance,
Anxiety, agitation & violence,
Peace is a kind of harmony,
It is silence, calmness & rest,
Being the happy natural state of mind,
It is is birthright.

Peace is like a seed,
Slowly sprouting from under the soil,
And like a bud,
That opens ii the depth of the most silent hours.
In a state of peace and love,
People evolve and grow in their distinctive culture,
Developing perfect civilization.

Peace dwells not in outward things,
But deep within it's own soul.
For Peace, war is his disgrace,
So, withdraw from external objects,
Meditate rest in your soul,
And you will realize everlasting Peace !