I Keep A Place Where Everything Is Neither Sacred Nor Mundane

it is a place where
what i touch i can touch
where what i smell i can smell
with all freedom
where i can undress and look at my body
and see for myself the innermost chamber of my heart
where my soul sings for me the real songs of my life

there is a pond there
where i lay myself down where i can stare at myself
through the eyes of my being
at peace

the pond is a mirror where i can view the whole of my world
its face without any wrinkle its body without any ripple

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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