Where is it – 
that place where
there is no noise 
no production
no perfecting
no purposing  
that place where 
my soul is 
at peace – 
where is it?
I have been there before.
I know it exists
somewhere 
beneath the mountains 
of me
I have created.
Must I dig back through 
that dirt
to see again
to breathe again
to be again? 
Well, okay then,
I’ll go get my shovel.