Solitude
When the mind stops, blank without thought,
It goes to a place of sanity sought.
For sanity is to chaos’ distain,
That place where silence and calm are gain.
It’s from this place of quiet and calm,
That peace can bring a healing balm.
As soothing as a soft cool breeze,
This time of peace will surely please.
It’s here when lavished in such pleasure,
One gets a grasp of life’s measure.
This may not be the only way,
But it is available most any day.
Here a new direction the mind will seek,
A way to live well and be unique.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2023
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