"There's a point in a man's life where he looks around him and asks whether this is really where he wants to be" - Nick Paige, The Dark Night of the Shed
----- A Sam Scott poem: 29th October 2023 -----
Not a house Not a garage Not a place for tools I shouldn't be prescriptive Yet these have to be the rules A chair, a lamp A heater A kettle is the max A place of peace and quiet So that nothing then distracts I will allow a volume I will consume the words I will restore my whole With poets and the psalmists Strive to elevate my soul Turn away all of the gadgets Turn connection down to null Turn my mind to still and quiet Volume up on natural Orientate myself to try it We all need a sacred harbour We all need that peaceful place We all need to sit and dwell To pursue the 'inner sanctum' So internal noise will quell Do you hear me when I say this Do you sense the inner call Do you long to calm the din Find that place and don't deny it For that space is deep within
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