Humans have always searched, this must be said.
They wander the Earth with their Gods and Deities
Looking for the piece that will make them whole and give them rest
But what they search for is neither in the masculinity or femininity of such common words.
It is the quintessence; the infinity.
That feeling which comes when the soul harkens not to the things of the world,
Allows nothing to touch it,
Allows itself to simply be—without having to struggle with the concept
And hears something so simple and awe-inspiring that it is able to almost fly…
It lasts barely a moment in most cases, yet people search their whole lives for it
And in today’s times rarely find it.
It is not commonly found with a glance upward, outward, or even within
It can be found in study, but that more often weighs the soul heavily.
To each child of this earth is given their own secret
But few of them even know they have this secret.
They lose it so easily as they grow up, becoming so weighted with the world.
Children hold their secret, they hold Tranquilities secret
But few will remember it past their cusp of childhood.
So while many will seek so hard for something that is always there,
The open book will remain a secret—
Tranquilities’ Secret.
