The trail led to an area where time, for me, stood still
A place where I could circumvent my mind, at my own will
My ever seeking knowledge, my fundamental task
Of realising sanctity, and hoping it might last.
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Do tell....how do we get to this place of peacefulness? A glimpse at the quieting if a poet's mind. Beautiful.