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.