Meditation.

In the stillness of my mind,
Thoughts arise.
Good, bad or indifferent,
Still they come,
Some quietly, some screeching,
Hear me, hear me.

Yet I know,
There is a veil of silence,
An utter joy,
Of inward contemplation
To be found.
Only persevere,
I tell myself.

Sometimes the journey
Is a short one.
Too often the journey
Is a hard one,
Sometimes a failed one.
Yet the experience
Of joy bliss and love
That can be found
Keeps me searching.