There is no real or worthwhile way of getting
to know life except to live and experience it.
So many barriers of stress and difficulty stand
in our ways, harassing and sending peace away.
Tranquility is hard to come by and many of us do
not do the work - the gentle work of our interior
quiet lives.
Reasons abound why we do not do so, yet we continue
to complain and battle with ourselves.
Consequently we falter and stumble through life,
afraid of what we might find.
Never reaching a point of concern, backing away from
realities of our time, watching the world pass by
hurriedly and full of stress, not wanting to caress
a philosophy of quiet renderings, peaceful and calm
from within our souls.
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