I wrote this poem after I made this in my sketchbook, but only finished it last night:

Peace Underneath

On the surface of things

Droplets bounce on the water’s skin

Rain drums on skylights

The yang drowns out the yin.

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But deep deep down

Where the soul’s hum

Vibrates the cells

And the deep dark

Holds the inner secret light

That’s where the treasure lies

In the peace underneath.

***

Inside is where the jewels are

It’s where the dance begins.

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