Soul Center

Dip into the well
taste the purity
on your tongue
rest against
the moss-covered stones
let the sun
warm your face
watch as the dust
dances by
in the bright rays

Enter my soul
that place of quietude
i rarely visit
but when i do
i dread leaving
from the surface
this oasis seems
unlikely, at best
but if you gaze
long enough 
into my eyes
you can hear
the soft dripping
of water
smell the fresh-cut grass
feel the serenity
in the crisp, cool air

Beyond the walls
of my garden eden
a storm is raging
fierce winds
batter the gates
lightning illuminates
the turbulent clouds
thunder raises its voice
to be sure it is heard
sheets of rain
come in waves
washing across
the desolate land

But inside
not one of the flowers
is drowned
no rivers of muddy water
cut through 
sodden hillsides
nothing of this violence
touches this 
place of peace
but a rainbow
almost-invisible
beads of moisture
reflecting
refracting
the light of the sun
that beams so steadily
down on this spot

Let me stay here
for however long
i can
to soak up
the calm
in the eye
of a storm
that would never
touch me
would i stay
by this well
drinking the purity
that fills me 
with a tranquility
i cannot find
in the chaos
that is 
life

Yet i remember
as i stop
every so often
to wipe the droplets
of the downpour
from my weary eyes
that oasis
that garden eden
that place of quietude
place of peace
i smile then

And fight on
so that i can
once more
relax in the center
of my soul
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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