Peace, it doesn’t thrive on growth
it’s conflict that takes naturally to
the idea of possession and expansion.
How often the fights we have
within ourselves get out of hand and
spill out into the wider world.
Where the path to reconciliation, once
much simpler, has branched out, circled
roamed, split, and split again, until
simplicity begins to lose its memory.
Cell division looks painful, does
it not, to a peaceful frame of mind.
But looks exciting and beautiful
to the enterprise, one becoming two
grow, it says, or die.
And we look everywhere but within
when, seeing it all spin out of control
we finally become desperate, and ask why.