To quiet my mind, and think no thought at all..
just a white curtained room with eyes to abroad
to a distant sea, Greece, olive branches to peace..
And pebbled stones on the road to the river
where fish jump to the rhythm
of the water that flows continusouly in never-ending movement..
What does it all mean? The birds chirp and the tree's swing in dance...
Tranquility is but a thin veneer..
If you shield yourself in it, will the inside be clear?
Inside you roil with such turmoil.
How shall I still the waters of my mind..
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