The Good Stone

How foolish of me to search for a perfect peace a place where the heart can easily breathe foolish to think that "things" calm the mind unwind the tangles of the ID - battered life. Does each good deed and vibe place a good stone to fashion a path toward heaven's abode does each foul thought or deed remove that stone... so stuck in the brambles of selfish undergrowth. To build or break down, those are the options am I an asset to life and a gift to all mankind a bird of loving fair deeds and good intentions or a predator with a face filled with bloody feathers. How many good stones have I laid down thus far my steps are tangled in brambles.. not tapping toward stars. There exists a pure peace, never found it in this realm nesting in the ripple of heaven-so very far from this self so very far from this hell.