The soul swings by a precarious thread,
a pendulum with opportune moments.
Wondrous state miraculously achieved
if the spirit resonates with the cosmos.
Ataraxis can pass in a heart beat,
wisdom only death can preserve.
Tranquility, treasure of ultimate wealth,
when reality breathes forth truth.
Eternity would vanish as mist at dawn
if a virtual placebo could satiate a vacant soul.
Hope, a magnet, attracts possibilities
that illuminate the bleakest day.