Peace Is Contentment

Peace is contentment - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Speak not of peace The thing that me beguiles For I have nothing that In the world can fetch price right Wander penniless And sleep homeless So while living in the world materialistic How can I be at peace angelic? 'With you I am not agreed upon' Said a wearied and worried man Listening to the sermon by a monk For quite a long time without break Said the monk while casting on him A look compassionate and warm 'What if, say I, you have something that can Bring you a lot of money in return' But I have nothing worth even a cent That I shall be worried about a moment Well, I wish to buy a pair of eyes for twenty thousand dollars Will you sell yours to me, my dear? 'How about your kidneys, your legs, or your hands? ' That I will pay a lot of money you can't comprehend 'How can I spare parts of my body? ' But you said you have nothing worthy The truth is you have many things of great value Only that you are choosing to not rate them highly In the grand scheme of things No difference it makes with the presence or absence of a gold ring You can be sad with what you don't have Or you can be grateful with what you have No matter how much you possess Minuscule they will be for you always This is not to say money is not important It is and can give a basic safety net But how much is a question? Peace is a choice, an option Being grateful Is the easiest way to be peaceful