Peace To Me - Poem by Ismael Mansoor
Peace, open, open the door, good peace!
Stay with peace, say I'm peace.
The magic of peace blossom! It is like a blossom flower,
All bright, or vivid is shining out:
They wave, carefree, and warm in each way
What peace can guard me, or what peace can do?
They are masterpiece, through my breathe;
They don't stop trying, and they board me.
The substance is sacred, the peace is free;
Every breathe I take peace shines upon me;
Then from living walks forth the man of breathing,
Peace to catch me just at,
Is there much peace in breathing,
Just like rhyming,
Freedom my soul to the rhyming of breathe
With deepest calm round my self centre
All fly to peace, and in humble strain
Peace apply to me, to keep my heart open,
Or make my mind to the rhyme of peace
I, who gladly enjoy accepting the peace.
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