It is a place,
Living in all of us.
Which is sacred,
And free of conflict.
It is your sanctuary.
It is a light,
Glowing in all of us.
Through the naked,
Realms of the eye.
It is a language,
Tacit and mystical.
For communion,
With all existence.
It is a force ,
Latent in all of us.
Which is wasted,
By our anxiety.
It is your sanctuary.
It is a haven,
Safe for all of us.
Away from the world,
Of miseries.
It is a witness,
Of all our acts.
But is untainted,
From any maladies.
It is a traveler,
Resting in all of us.
Collecting our habits,
For its journey.
It is your sanctuary.
It is bliss, it is knowledge,
Ensnared in all of us.
Patient but adamant,
To be unbound.
It is your sanctuary.
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