At Peace

Its peace that needs no more,
Its peace to know where you are,
Not to expect people to change,
To have an open door,
The door of the mind ,
The door to your house,
All that the material world offers is a facade,
All we need is basic,
In ourselves we have a world that meets the great beyond,
Out of pure being we are,
And shall be be always.
Technology moves forward,
Humans stay the same,
Only the odd soul sees the light,
But the darkness takes fright.
So lose ourselves in the pure being that moves the mountains,
Specks in an endless universe but still countable.