I found inner peace. It wasn’t where I though it would be. Tied up neatly, waiting. Like a present.

No, I had to search high and low, in very dark places, I hope you never see.

I looked on mountain tops and sailed the sea. I made money and filled rooms with glee.

I spread my legs, opened my doors. I found myself sexing on too many floors.

I watched eagles fly and my mother cry, and my sister sigh and my brother die. Oh boy, it hurt so bad.

Yes, I’ve seen death, too many times, so young, too fresh, this flesh sure can crumble.

So I look at the choice life offers me best, and this is a question that’s really stuck in my chest,

Who do I serve? Is it me is it you? Am I responsible for everything I do?

Why do we look to our gods to conspire? Or preachers or teachers to say what’s required.

Do we not know? Does it not show?

In our action, our question, our search, our behavior, can we not see that we’re our own savior?

For our life to be blessed, for our soul to be at rest. To be the best is our own test.

Look not to me or she or him to say, what’s right or wrong along your way.

As Dylan says we all serve another, I’d rather see it as serving each other.

Trusting yourself, loving yourself, letting yourself be, so fine with yourself, you stop judging me!

Or he or she or they, think for yourself, put prejudice away! Judging another is so yesterday.

So help me out. Spread love out, let it shout, be it inside and out.

For you for her for us for him, if you’re feeling good that’s the god from within.

You see that’s the peace I was talking about, total respect for what someone else is about.

Letting another be their own guide and keeping yourself on your own special ride.

To serve yourself you must be the eye, not your guru or profit, or buddah or spy.

We’re all on this planet, like animals, like sun. Catapulting through space, trying to have fun.

So run toward it, embrace it, feel it times two.

Make a commitment to act on what’s true. To you. And I’ll bet my life you find inner peace too.

Love, Anne