The paradox of peace

On a sunny day a man sat down
Beneath a spreading Chestnut tree;
When seated on the cooler ground,
He paused to ponder destiny.

He watched the hawks glide in the sky,
He heard the hum of insects’ wings,
And as he sat he wondered why
A man must seek material things.

A paradox came to his mind,
That man will seek to be content,
Not waiting, but going out to find
What only comes when search is spent.

Contentment is a state of being,
Of letting go, releasing stress.
Acceptance is the only thing
That brings a lasting happiness.


About phillipkp

I am a wordsmith. I work as a copywriter and trainer in communication skills. For eight years I was Senior Copywriter at Reader's Digest, London, then Creative Director of PKP Communications Limited, a Direct Marketing creative agency. My business background is in speciality selling and direct marketing. In public speaking I have won more titles than anyone in Europe, including UK Champion seven times, and World No.2. Got a speech or presentation to deliver, or a mailing to send out? I can help. Let's meet for copy.
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