Written by Dora Markulić
Why do we light candles, play soft music, drink tea
When worries and problems just accumulate in our thoughts’ sea?
Anxiety has become our biggest disease
We all say in one voice: “I need PEACE, PEACE, PEACE!“
We get lost in the loud conversations, material things, city crowd,
We are losing ourselves piece by piece
Above our faces there is a grey cloud,
And we are wondering: “Where is the PEACE, PEACE – peace?“
Maybe it is a buried treasure, maybe it’s Pandora’s box
Maybe it is cunningly lurking, to surprise us, like a fox.
But if it is a plant, let’s plant patience like peas
One day we will calm down, look into the jar and say:
“It has sprouted – MY Peace, Peace, Peace.”