Peace

Lest I find the peace within or mayhaps the peace without,
I’ll never know just why I’m here or what it’s all about.
Deep within my resonance and deep within my heart
I need to feel the rhythm before I find Gaia’s art.
It’s only in the simple tune of sweet Gaia’s song
that as humble human I can know where I belong
Instead I wander blindly in a cacophony of sound
and spend my days not knowing exactly where I’m bound.
‘Tis not until I find her that I can be really free
’tis not until I find her that I can just be me.
And so I wander blindly, sometimes to no avail,
but I hope that she forgives me if at times I fail.
For though the Journey doesn’t take long and isn’t very far,
it’s a Journey takes a lifetime that ends just where you are.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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