Early Works - Peace Of Mind Poem by David Harris

The mountains of life
their peaks are impossible to climb,
but climb we do
to the lower levels
in search of peace of mind.
The surface is rocky
foot holds are few and far between
like life’s long road
of strife and toil
that stretches its edge on everyday.
What are we looking for
on the green and fertile world
that surrounds us every mile?
Why do we search
every hidden crevasse of our uncharted mind
when the answer is already written?
We search for the impossible;
we search for peace of mind.


19 September 1981