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.