My kind of place

Am searching for my Quieter land
Somewhere deep , where I have not been
And I also know for sure,
It exists in between
In between the heart and soul or mind
Whatever you say, or define

With no design or a sketch
No plan or outline
It resides deep deep within
A place I have not seen

Where the weeds of thoughts
Grow less not wild
Where I know you are forever mine
Where words don’t mean will and shall
Where the surety of me matters
A place in which I will know
What all I must have definitely known
All doubts and pessimism erode

That’s the tree of life
Now and then I feel that breeze
I call it gut when I breathe
I mull over 10000 things
And forget that it exists
One day I will find that place
Sit in it, not chase the race

exploringly yours