The search for peace

Is a long hard road

Chasms of exhaustion

Mountains

That touch the sky

Walk

Pffft, rather trudge, their ranges

If you dare

Striving to ascertain the intangible high

Of peace

Certainty

But up a mountainside in my mind one day

There was a window in the rock

I peered through

And to my eternal shock

I saw that peace is chaos

What?

Crumpling to the ground that always holds me in times of turmoil

Sun warm

Earth

Rising through fingertips

Like smoke of grace

Ashes dropped from an incense stick

Burnt out along the way

The peace was intense

Because it was fire burned chaos

And smelled like

Rain wet wind

Storms grow the sweetest grass

And allow Mother Nature to begin again

Because of the nitrogen within

Chemicals used for cooling

Arrive in lightening strike

Orbs of sulpher

Coalescing chaos

Who knew?

Perhaps only phoenix

No wonder they are all extinct

For it takes bravery and grit

To think

And love

Just a little bit harder

*hiking in the Carnarvon Gorge – header photo a high point above the gorge I just walked from the bottom of – straight up. Physical exertion is hard – mental even more so – but worth it for the views that are available above the fray.