When will we learn to find,
that which is good in all;
In all events and things,
In all beings around.
When will we learn to seek,
and filter out the unpalatable;
To listen to the song behind the words,
A symphony amidst cacophony!
When will one learn to realize,
amidst all chaotic things,
Lies a core of peace, tranquility and bliss,
That only they alone can find
The very reason for this poem,
Is it an attachment to the world,
Or arising out of compassion in detachment!
When will there be peace residing in one and all!
When will people see that criticism is like a spice,
add too much and it spoils the taste.
When indeed will we all find,
The good residing in all!
