Palace of Peace
My palace is filling with wealth
of the kind only those collect
who dare to sit on the throne
of discomfort with others or alone
in the poverty of shame and pride,
splurging on intention and time
Adorning all with glass mirrors
With hired hands, cleaning, removing
all specks of evading or blaming.
Thus who dine with their own demons
as inherited and welcome guests,
and then get naked under
the high ceilings of their sortedness;
Will see the depth of peace underneath,
and get crowned with calm, robed with love,
becoming rulers of their own fate
and heads of their own state!
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