Such a plane of existence,
a comfort of its own,
many a miserable and joy filled world,
and this is mine alone.
It is better than some, I’d say
this world staid and calm,
it could be constant suffering,
yet I have peace within these walls.
If I were in the midst of war,
would my mind still be at ease?
Would solace truly rise from within,
or in truth, in comforting grace?
There is a wisdom hanging over,
truth from without and within
and too much peace may stir the soul,
Good! Many battles to win.