The heart seeks, yet never finds. <br />The lust for silver and gold rests in our minds. <br />Our sight is shadowed by material gains; <br />And the result of our toils are bodily pains. <br /> <br />Man, they say, must strive and flood his wives with seed. <br />The woman, they say, must assist and have several mouths to feed. <br />The rich wears quality kente, fresh from the loom; <br />And the poor wears withering garments, awaiting their doom. <br /> <br />But he who flows with the rhythms of Mother Nature, <br />Becomes one with Father Time, making him a perfect creature. <br />He acquires a pure mind, as white as soft snow, <br />And a heart set ablaze not by fire but a warm, humble glow. <br /> <br />The heart and mind are now at peace, <br />And the body, thrust in a world where all pains cease. <br /> <br /> 2nd December,2008.<br /><br />Franklin O. Castellanos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quantum-of-inner-peace/
