Ataraxy

Amongst the thoughts that fill this empty head
There are memories that rise then fade once more
An ocean of dreams of peaks and troughs
Is it all just poetry or meaning behind the words?

Am I learning something from all these lessons
Or am I simply just only repeating myself
I sound so wise in another’s eyes, while in mine
A fraudster to my path, when anger bubbles over.

A sadhu’s calm never seems to rest with me
The temporal o’er gains any thoughts of spirit
No solid foundation rests amongst the grey
When squalid winds blow away any calm.

ataraxy (n) a state of serene calmness.