there is a place
in me
where time stands still
where i breathe pure stillness and feel free
eyes closed
i clearly see
in all the world
the one place to be
the face of the only one
with whom my life is complete
the one who understands my language of silence
never a need to repeat
i go there
time and time again
to that special place of stillness
where my parched heart is touched by the gentle blue rain
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Your poem is the breath of that beautiful serene place, Sobhana, always a pleasure to read your work. I’ve started meditating again, only fifteen minutes a day, but I’m hoping it will help when I’m being pulled in many directions at once.
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Thank you, Steve, very kind. Yes, being pulled in many directions is an eternal problem and I find the few minutes of meditation daily is key to feeling grounded. The “still place” is always elusive!
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