Pieces of our lives
entombed within
the shrines
we make
to idols,
in this world of
seeming substance.
Apart from what we know is real,
where we can cling
to thoughts and
things,
we see
and hear
and feel.
Yet as we free ourselves
a clearer knowing does appear
beyond
the competing clamor of the world,
Where we can rest
in peace.
