Being at Peace.

Observing life's waves from a tranquil inner shore, 

the night incessantly chases the day

and I'm enamored by the redness in the sky of glorious sunsets.

With a heart that knows no pride and a mind wrapped up in tranquility,

I tread the earth cloaked in humility and peace. 

But in a world ruled by spiritual wickedness in high places,

being at a peace means being called all kinds of horrendous, treacherous, and slanderous names. 

Being at peace means to be called a fool, persecuted, and scorned by the ignorant scoffers.

In the world of spiritual darkness, 

the blind lead the blind

the fools claim to know

the love for worldly gains is exceeding,

and the deaf carry no desire to hear. 

Though no one knows the joy of another's heart, 

you recognize on one's face the brightness of their bliss. 

And what will make you know those whose bodies have been visited by the Spirit of Peace and Bliss?

It will be those whose eyes and hearts radiate with the piercing brightness of love.