A place

There is a place I go to

When I’m weary and troubled

And need a time alone

There is a place I go to

A small cabin on a hill

With some big trees nearby

Where birds come and sing every morning 

There is a place I go to

With a veranda with hanging flowers

From where I can see the ocean and the small islands nearby 

While sipping coffee

There is a place I go to

With yellow flowers in the garden

And reds and pinks accentuated the yellows

With a Labrador and a German Shepherd

There is a place I go to

When I'm tired of people

Or of my own expectations of people

To put a halt to everything

There is a place I go to

Where I can be with myself

Feeling the breeze on my face

Enjoying the warm morning sun

Walking on the vast meadow with my dogs

There is a place I go to

Where I can sit on the veranda with my books

Or ride my bike when I want to go to a nearby village and meet people

Or tending my small beautiful garden

Or walking on the long beach line below the hill

Or go diving from a nearby island and have a small picnic on the beach

See people when I want to see them

The place I go to

Is in my head

I made it myself, combining many things I’ve seen on my travels

With my own wishes

I go there from time to time

Closing my eyes and feel the peace

Alone

Seeking the voice that only I can hear

The voice of my Guardian

Telling me that I will be OK

Because He will never leave my side

Even when I’m alone

In the cabin on a hill 

(Nearing the end of Ramadhan, 2018. At the edge of nothingness...)