The Address of Within It is a place that is no place The altar of my Being Undoubtedly a sacred space And worthy of revealing And yet for those who deem to seek This space inside their minds The path elusive quickly turns And rendered hard to find It is a shelter from the storm, of sorts, As sages have revealed And yet the address of Within Remains to most concealed But clues remain to guide us there To this most sacred space It lies beyond the manifested world And Nothing marks its place So when you hear to go within Just know it isn’t true There’s really nowhere left to go And nothing left to do Because you already are there And need not leave your spot It isn’t here or there at all, ... but silence helps a lot.
