Soul Center

Dip into the well taste the purity on your tongue rest against the moss-covered stones let the sun warm your face watch as the dust dances by in the bright rays Enter my soul that place of quietude i rarely visit but when i do i dread leaving from the surface this oasis seems unlikely, at best but if you gaze long enough into my eyes you can hear the soft dripping of water smell the fresh-cut grass feel the serenity in the crisp, cool air Beyond the walls of my garden eden a storm is raging fierce winds batter the gates lightning illuminates the turbulent clouds thunder raises its voice to be sure it is heard sheets of rain come in waves washing across the desolate land But inside not one of the flowers is drowned no rivers of muddy water cut through sodden hillsides nothing of this violence touches this place of peace but a rainbow almost-invisible beads of moisture reflecting refracting the light of the sun that beams so steadily down on this spot Let me stay here for however long i can to soak up the calm in the eye of a storm that would never touch me would i stay by this well drinking the purity that fills me with a tranquility i cannot find in the chaos that is life Yet i remember as i stop every so often to wipe the droplets of the downpour from my weary eyes that oasis that garden eden that place of quietude place of peace i smile then And fight on so that i can once more relax in the center of my soul