I wrote this poem two years ago and I figure that it's worth posting.

vShe floats atop the billowing sea.
Worlds forgotten, time irrelevant.
She seeks inner peace.

Her breathing is stagnant,
but she will not drown.
The sea is in her favor this day,
and does nothing but assist the process.

A search for nothing more than ecstacy.
Not through submission,
but through acceptance.
The acceptance of self,
nothing else.

Subliminal and sought by all.
Shrouded by fallacy,
and guarded by ignorance.
Her treasure is within,
her treasure is peace.
Peace of mind.

And so she drifts,
into actuality.

And so she drifts,
beyond the veil.