Peace
The world is loud, filled with rushing wheels
Noises of spear and trumpet of war
Chaos rise from all our chase
In search of something called content
But peace isn't found in distant lands
Nor the flow of elite streams
But finding centers on a rocking ground
And in the little things of life
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Peace breaths her air in chaos
Calling unto the wise to her abode
A settled spirit like the mountains lake
A gentle embrace of her beauty and warmth
No longer fighting tides we cannot turn
Or feeding fire we let the seasons burn
Silence echoes in the dark, beneath the heat
And in the silence we find peace
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Ah the universal quest for peace in this mad, noisy world.
Difficult right?
It is indeed - both externally and internally