Letting go of what we do not have may the hardest of all,

For desire fuels both dark and light.

It is both a sword and the wound it inflicts,

Yet appears impossible to drop.

 

The for the mind and the blackness in our heart may hold us stronger than we think,

Even locked up safely, in the hold of innermost thoughts and places;

For this is a dangerous place, where the cargo cannot be seen, but is felt in all the ships movement,

And will keep the ship listing when we take on water, sinking us faster in a storm.

 

Inner peace is not found by searching for what cannot be fulfilled,

But savoring what is already present.