Everyone's striving for it;
Trying to get there through racing,
When all they need to realize is,
It isn't in their pacing.
It isn't in the outing,
It isn't in their spouse,
It isn't in their wealth and friendships,
What they're seeking without a doubt.
It's in their breath,
It's in their being,
It's in the stillness within pauses,
It's being with the unseen.
It's a mystery, it's a maze,
It's a journey that's myriad,
If only it was easier....
But who is the author of the tirade?
