The Abode of peace

The sweet fragrance of the abode of peace entices my nostrils.

The soothing fragrance of tranquility guides me through the night,

where slices of darkness cover my eyes.

In my Ignorance, I wail for the abode of peace to manifest itself.

In a suspense of mixed feelings of agony and ease

to a state of absolute silence,

I realize that the abode of peace is found in places where you cannot find on any map,

I seek the abode of peace, but slices of dense darkness cover my sight and cast me in the abyss of suffering.

To live is to suffer.

To survive, is to find meaning in the suffering.