Peace exists when you stop the need.
The want for more, the insatiable greed.
It is at our door.
To turn the key is to find the truth, to seek no more.
Our journey is like a rolling brook.
Who knows how long, and where it must go.
Only suffering is certain,
and death, that I know.
Let joy fill our heart.
Let love feed our soul.
Our pain is our tutor.
We all pay his toll.
It is how we all learn.
how we blossom and grow.
Like the Cherry Sakura
that awakes from the snow.
As student becomes teacher,
we live for each day.
Knowing nothing is permanent.
Nothing can stay.