What if?

What if the pursuit of peace
isn’t a chase at all?
What if peace already lives
within our self-contained existence,
cloaked in its insistence
it never be found?

And as it hides we move our eyes
to look anywhere but here.
But here peace thrives
in the minutiae of life’s few stops,
in the breaths between our thoughts.

Peace is not some promise
or a prize to be won.
It’s not a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

Instead, you’ll find peace in the moments you stop moving.
Only when you end the chase
may peace reveal its place.