Love is not a single petal on a daffodil
No more than the gathering is a lone man
At the table – the feast is laid out before him.
Peace is no more quiet than quiet is peaceful.
Love is the many leaves on the ancient oak
Joy is a table of many hands
Peace is the breeze and the daffodil
Moving as one – swaying together
The one is in part where the whole is in unison
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