Where Else?

What is there to discover

Beyond the warm heart?

What need is there

That the warm heart cannot vanquish?

I would settle here,

In the valley of green possibility

Where dreams manifest

In the twinkling of a joyful eye.

I would rest awhile,

Sit quietly on a rock

And watch the day unfold,

Listening to the silence and the twittering birds.

For the day is as broad as being

And warm on my upturned face,

My eyelids resting comfortably closed.

And I can hardly discern

If it’s the sun’s touch

That so warms,

Or some inward principle

At the centre of me.

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