Home

Beyond the threshold separating Our inner from our outer lives There stands that place we carry with us In the inner sanctum of our hearts. This is the place where everyone is master Where all judgements are sealed and passed By hands none other than our own. Here the laws of existence Are framed by our own thoughts Here we serve at once as judge and arbiter And faithful servent to our spirits. Within this haven we permit ourselves The simple taste of the enjoyment of being. In this place we can experience Life as a thing unto itself. There is something deep and sacred here That has no name. But the word for this place of magic is home.