Reclusive Heart
my weary bones I shall bathe,
my wary mind I shall reassure,
my worried soul I shall ease
there in a cool, secluded pool
where chaste rivulets converge
after seeping through ancient rocks
deep in a mist-darkened jungle;
there is where this urban heart
aches to stay, if only very briefly,
where alone, and at peace with itself,
it shall mutely sing praises and thanks
to the One Source of the countless many,
of all that ever was and ever has been,
and of all that is yet to come.
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