Peace with reality.

In me,

I found you.
Memories stored,
In every cell,
And every speckle of being.

In me,
I found the wound.
Old, dry, yet fresh.
Painful, forgone,
Yet intact.

In the journey,
of self.
I found me,
Every step outwards,
Was a step inwards.

In the abstract nothingness,
I found me,
Evaluating it all,
Like a third person.
Impressed, yet disturbed,
Proud yet concerned.
Connected yet so aloof.

 In contradictions,
I found meanings.
Of life, and after,
Of peace and disasters.

In you,
I found me.
Insignificant, purposeless,
Ignored and prosaic.
Like a moment that wasn't born.
Like a feeling that never existed.

In this non-entity,
I found peace,
Made with reality.

Soul.

Mind, a whirlpool of thoughts.

Each entangled in another. 

In stories, reality & dreams,
In truth, lies & imaginations.
Stuck & consumed.

In the black hole,
Of nothingness,
Numbness prevails.
Where mind meets peace.

Peace of another kind.
That elevates & comforts.
Peace that embraces,
Forgives & refrains.

That moment,
Where nothing matters,
Like nothing, ever did.

That moment,
Where the soul slides,
Over the river of completeness.
In isolation & solace.

This feeling,
This moment,
This state,
An endless delay.
An endless desire,
A solemn hope.

Someday, One day,
The mind will sync with the heart.
One day, Someday,
The whirlpool will halt.
And may be,
Just may be,
Peace will encircle the soul.