In the vast expanse where desires entwine, Detachment emerges, a beacon so fine.

While many chase starts, and beginnings anew, It’s in the echo of endings where peace rings true.

The tempest of life, in its fervent embrace, Urges us forward, a relentless race. Yet peace isn’t found in the heart of the storm, But in letting go, in a formless form.

In the depth of the night, where visions lie deep, Peace flourishes best where eyes don’t leap. For too often, our sight might lead us awry, But in the unseen’s embrace, our worries will die.

Seek not in the masses, the throngs or the crowd, Turn to the self, silent, not loud. For deep in one’s core, past chaos and spin, Rests the sanctuary of peace, glowing from within.

When we chase after shadows, our energy spent, It’s the introspective journey that’s heaven-sent. So remember these thoughts, when the world feels askew, Peace is an inside journey, forever true.