as joy
is only
peace-in-motion.
What we take
to mean peace
is just love
that's been frozen.
But love
is the tough one,
because it has no
antecedent;
it never evolved,
and it did not begin.
It exists
the way light does
as a pretext
for seeing. Or
as heat does
for living.
Or like gravity—only,
the analogy to force
is quite coarse
and and confusing.
Because sheer love
is so absolute
that doesn't make us
do anything.
