Somewhere on this earth so round
there is a place that holds no sound
A sanctuary dark and small
a breathless hush that houses all
A place that one can go in peace
when what is needed is release
A silent hole of unbridled calm
like a choir deep in psalm
So undisturbed, untainted still
not unlike the whippoorwill
that coos and sings its song each morn
and hums its tune so oh forlorn
And like a pond beneath the moon
or like the sand amid a dune
all is well and soft and right and
Mother Earth with all her might
cannot disrupt this special place where
everything is clear and safe
What takes us to this holy space?
Meditation is the train,
the bus, the trolley, and the plane
This place that anyone can find
is simply right inside the mind.
Sarah Jane Cion is a well-known jazz pianist and also an accomplished personal development writer.