Mark Kadota

artist

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Peace of Me

The script of life
Is a constantly edited version
Of some sort of mysterious theme.

Our journey here is temporary.

Time is tragically fragile and finite.

Change is constant.

We burn our beliefs,
In hope of a resurrection.

Our desires bleed from us,
Like the winds that turn the trees.

All tragedies that engulf us,
Transform us
Into beings of compassion or envy.

We choose the interpretations.
We are the actors that have written the play.

All peace begins in me
And echoes out into the world,

Like the call of the newly born bird,
We take flight and search for unfamiliar worlds.

Let us speak in a vocabulary of love and peace
With a dialogue of trust.

For, when we touch, a peace of you,
Becomes a peace of me.