The Dimension

THE DIMENSION

Where is that place in time, where the mind wanders
In an attempt to soar, or find boundaries
And release them in the same moment.
Where things seem to suddenly make sense
Out of chaos.

There must be a dimension in time where the human mind,
With all it's billions of thoughts each day,
Has a place to stop. To sort things out.
To bring all these to some conclusions,
Where the heart and mind can be in unison.

There is such a place. A very private place.
Where there is a solitude beyond all understanding,
And where the mind and body can be totally free.

Free to reconcile the troubles of the world.
Free to ponder the relationships with others.
Free to unleash the passions of the heart.
Free to fully face anger - and pain.
Free to justify one's self.

Only there can quiet come. And peace.
But it need not be a lonely place for others may come in.
But very few.

Once there, the union of the spirit's shared, and burdens all seem lighter,
Where joys and love are justified.
Where sense is made of what is present, and what is possible.
All that happens here is engraved on the heart forever, for
It knows no boundaries in time or space.
Once entered, the heart yearns to return, for only here
Can the heart and soul know the ultimate peace.

It is where freedom lives, and nothing else matters.
It is the glass wall to eternity, and the personal resting place for the heart.
It is the permanent sanctuary of all thought.

It is - - - - - - the Dimension