Soul

You wander the world round and about In search of a quick fix, the lost key; The missing connection in the root of your heart.

And you fumble through forests, float over oceans, With soul-wrenching questions festering like a sore. Your sore. Your soul.

Time wears you down, Pause. Take a breath. At this moment of serene tranquility and all its quietness, you peek inwards in sacred recollection. You find a world within you sacred, untouched. The answers are abundant in the depths of your soul.