Neither peace nor tranquility

Come to me

There is a constant stirring in my soul

No one can abate

Trials and tribulations

How they persist

How they make my heart die

Doubt and pain

Come to me

But ever still I pray for a quiet mind

The bright shining truth of Wisdom

I’d prefer thus to find me

Gracious steps towards my sacred stream

The wind swirls around whispering sweet promises

Finally — peace and tranquility

Come to me

Though I possess both, I am still found wanting

For only with the truth of wisdom will a quiet mind be achieved.