A Quiet Mind

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.

Bright and shining Wisdom

I’d much prefer thus to come to 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 wisdom will a quiet mind be achieved.

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