“What is the meaning of peace?”,
Asked a student one day
“What is your own answer,”
Replied his teacher in return
“For peace to you
May not be peace to me
In this ever changing,
Ever dividing world”
“But no,” said the student
“Such as you said
Cannot be true!”
“What is truth then,”
Said the teacher
“Your truth or mine?
Forever split we’ll be…”
“When will your peace be mine
When will your truth be ours?”,
The student replied in return.
“When you and I are no more
And divisions have melted away”
“So: after we die!
And only then will there be peace!
Die and truth will be there?”
“What is dying my friend,
But losing an image of self
and then all awake
To understand
That You is all that there is!
You in the stars, in the birds, in the trees
You in the man in the street
Just in that moment
Truth will be there
Where yesterday
And tomorrow can never be
And Peace is all that you Are”
~Deborah