From my cell

Nothing in particular:

In my room, there are many objects,

most of them collecting dust.

I have an array of books, some I've read,

and some I fear I never will.

There is a window I gaze out quite often.

The hills outside my window are now full of houses,

where once roamed horses. I miss those days.

I wonder why man has such great tepees these days

and no horses.

But my mind is not as active now as it once was.

It's not that I don't care anymore, it's just that I've learned

to be more accepting of things. (To a degree)

I am not a man on a mission, I am simply trying to be at one with myself.

Man must first find inner peace to make the world a peaceful place.

A quote from Black Elk:

There can never be peace between nations until there is known that true peace, which, as I have often said, is within the souls of men.

The word spirit comes from the Latin spiritus, meaning "breath." So as long as we are all breathing in and out, the Awen will find its own way out.

(AWEN, Welsh for (poetic) inspiration).