There's this place I go when I'm sad, angry, frustrated, need inspiration or just plain in the need for solitude. It's a very beautiful place, serene, quiet, isolated and inspiring. I carry it around with me all the time, very rarely do I care to visit. In fact all of us have and know about this place.
The walls speak to me and tell me what to do, the darkness embraces me and gives me all the love I need and this place always has treasure but I have to find the treasure myself, the value of this treasure is far more then any other. The trees wipe my tears and make me laugh as they whisper into my ear, their observations of life, they are so optimistic. They let me pluck one fruit from their body, the fruit that gives me inspiration. The scent of this place always manages to comfort me, the smell of warmth.
Where is this place? It's in far away land, so far yet so close. So beautiful but, how many of us visit it even though it belongs to us? How many of us care to take that extra step to enter this place, the enchanted place...
The enchanted place,
within us,
the enchanted place,
our brain,
when do we care to go,
one to one,
the enchanted place,
have you made time to meditate?
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