Tranquility

The cacophony world and all its noise
Do little else than shout of all
There is that is wrong about you.

But it has no control over itself
And neither do you have the power
To restore to it the harmony

From which it once fell.

Silence, if you can find it,
Has overcome the world.
But not before your helplessness

Remedies you with the Truth,
That you cannot find it
Or bring it to harmony with so small as yourself

Let alone the cacophony world.

Fleeing only weakens the remedy:
There is but one help:
To let the silence find you,

And bring you to that harmony
That is both still and eternal moment,
That is the sanctuary where peace resides.