There is nothing here that cannot be found elsewhere,
except the uniqueness that exudes from every place.

We seek in that uniqueness, an equilibrium of peace.
All our lives we have been
to seek this harmony in myriad ways.

The lucky ones recognize this.
We find the strength
to break it all,
examine the pieces,
construct something new,
to discover our own way.

This leads to a garden of peace uniquely ours.
But we must not be statues; foliage spreads
around us,
within us,
trapping us,
to snare the idle mind and spirit.

Our garden of peace, our prison becomes.
Slowly we devolve,
blinded in numbness,
engulfed in paltry,
parading in mediocrity,
Unless we seek elsewhere.