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By: David Rader II on August 17, 2008 @ 3:10 PM

I did not mean it to be a poem, but I felt it was poetic when writing it. I continued writing it when I felt that way about it. The words came about when I was creating commentary, or rather a justification of my words regarding someones question about quitting smoking.

"I am not who others think I am and I'm probably not who I think I am, for neither others nor I know myself well enough. I do know that I want peace and will do anything short of disturbing peace in pursuing it. I'm not talking about peace of action, but peace of mind, where happiness can remain in myself and others as in a reflection on clear waters on a sunny day. When Earth trembles, our minds still can be still. Our minds will not spill as the Earth moves, as our cup does not spill when we walk with it. We will have peace."


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