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.