Breathing in the darkness of grief; breathing out the light of compassion.
Breathing in, I grieve for our fallen soldiers; breathing out, I remember that the present moment is a well of healing.
Breathing in the cries of village children, terrified and maimed by our soldiers; breathing out flowers on their mothers' graves.
Breathing in the burning greed of the arms merchant, I know that it is my own greed; breathing out forgiveness, I let go of blame.
Breathing in the conflict, until the knot in my chest is loosened; breathing out a sparkling stream from the mountain, domed with a golden cloud.
Breathing in the secret loneliness of the world leader, the fearful insecurity of the military officer; breathing out the clarity and boldness of the peace-maker.
Breathing in, I clutch the stone of fear; breathing out, it pulses with love, it becomes a heart in my palm.
Breathing in the pure light of the sun, I awaken warmth in my belly; breathing out, I know that I am human.
Breathing in the sadness of warriors, I remember that they are my family; breathing out courage, I will fight to protect the innocent, not to avenge them.
Breathing in the night of war, I hug my own darkness; breathing out, I listen, and I know that if one bird sings at dawn, it is proof of God's love.
Breathing in, I welcome this morning as the first day of creation; breathing out, I do not make peace.
I am peace.
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