Speak
Speak
Peace came to the buddha
Or so they say…
he was a quiet one.
Meditating all day long.
To be praised and to be at peace.
That is what one needs.
Yet the one that does not speak
Is treated
like one without peace .
Maybe that one is just looking for another way.
And needs another meditating day.
Unallowed to find the harmony.
It takes away his solitude.
The others resolve that it has no resolve.
It decides that the others are forever never in peace.
They never let him have peace.
The wish to be alike the one thing that pushes it back.
Common like the light and the dark. The jointed and the broken.
If he speaks, ending it all.
Everyone will leave but never come back in peace to see,
that he only wishes for peace, with the ones who took away his.
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