Inner Peace Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
Inner Peace
At the end of the day
like the fishermen
I draw my net ashore
and if a fish
even a small one
bit at the hook
because my spirit
had surrendered for a moment
to impatience and to intemperance,
its sacrifice would not be in vain
because every day, more and more,
I will push my mind
towards a place where the wind doesn't blow
and the waves don't swell
and the sea sleeps.
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5/3/2024 2:59:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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Thank you, Aneek.