Refuges

Beneath the tarnished tints in terraced terrains

the heart keenly discerns a deeper beauty,

so knowingly able to intensely savor

a peace that dwells within any scenery

when the gaze inwardly explores

the refuges of truth residing in the soul.

 

It never comes instantly

upon the path of pilgrimage

through the many labyrinths and lairs

along the way to any sanctuary of light.

 

Doesn’t matter if the abode has a kingly ambience

amid its chambers of veiled clarity,

for it is the view intently taken

that learns with an inquisitively passionate pursuit

to always delve for the real quintessence

even if the façade before the mind

has an image dilapidated and decayed.

 

For the seeker who craves an astute sojourn of enlightenment,

real serenity comes not from avoiding what inspires irritably,

but by harnessing havens within

regardless of if the sight that surrounds

is interestingly intriguing or just a listless image.