practice of peace

i knew ahead of time that my lid was going to be thrown off at the practice of peace conference. and yet, i’m still surprised to see the pieces flying around… new ones are constantly landing within me. some enter as meteors, exploding on my surface. others hover in the sky, like a bubble, …have you recently watched how some bubbles sit in the air ? they’re amazing. they just sit there, seemingly perfectly still. and yet you know that something is holding them up, that there are such forces at work to keep that bubble effortlessly poised in the most magical iridescent swirl of color, light, weightlessness…everything that you’re dying to touch. And yet, it’s so delicate that i think even the thought of touching causes it to burst. And another piece lands!