A Poem From A Thousand Stories

"What desirest thou?"

A poem from a thousand stories

O, the certain soul in an uncertain world

Filled with confusion and commotion.

I have but one question,

What desirest thou?

Perhaps thou art in thy youth,

Desiring to find your place in this world.

Exploring the expanse of existence,

Ardent with the flame of will.

This is what you shall do:

Know yourself completely,

Know yourself genuinely,

Be not swayed by flawed opinions,

And be drowned.

And the world will be yours,

What's more, you'll lapse through youth,

Swift like the winds of spring.

Or maybe you feel hollow,

Lethargic, numb and dead

Your lamp of will dampened

What once was a fiery firmness

Extinguished into silent embers.

Desiring to escape its mighty grasp.

Tread its path no more,

For there is endless misery.

This is what you shall do:

Give no place for thoughts

Offending to your soul.

Let gratitude flourish your heart,

Love The Earth for life, The Sun for warmth

And The Moon for nights.

Love your life,

For in its rich fabrics

Golden threads are anxiously woven.

Do you seek peace, and have not found it.

This is what you shall do:

Look in places you'd look for last,

Walk with people you'd walk with last,

Be kind to the cruel,

Show gratitude to those unappreciative.

Have mercy to those who least expect it,

And you shall disperse blessing,

Not only from your deeds,

But from the silent lines of your lips.

You will be at peace,

With The Heaven and Earth.

That they shall watch over you,

Even in your sleep,

That no harm befall you.

For your peace, they cannot contain,

Only your heart.

And in every inch of you.

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