The Hunt

The Earth is a most complicated place So much that like all my fellow companions I do keep hunting for inner bliss Yes, for inner peace, for my personal haven Search I for it in my art, search I for it in my creativity Search I for it in my made up words of poetry Search I for it in me Search I for it, so as to share it with humanity A hunt it is, which can last for a lifetime Yes, of that you can be sure of But its every step, I shall brave For life, is indeed a toil, best it is to live it with love With love and with a self contented pace With a poise and with a smiling heart A smiling heart, ready to put everyone at ease Yes, inner peace, if I do find it, I would spread it as if it were a disease Pray, I mind not being a hunter Maybe it makes of me a romantic dreamer But I mind it not Is Existence itself not a blot?