The secret place

I once had a secret place. I would go to by myself.

Though I was constanly displaced. I was gifted enough inteligent knowlegde to master the art of being receptive with an expanded perception.

Though I was never in the same place for very long I learned that there was one thing that would never faulter. Yes I say most assuredly that there was a new adventure always around the next corner. But I knew that I could count on being able to run to my secret place. I dare not reveal it, for if I were to give up My Secret Place, then it would no longer be mine or even secret at that point. How could I betray something that has always been there for me? How could I cut my security off? Well maybe it is time to bring the young and unexperienced beginners into my secret place. But wait, are they worthy of such an unconventional path to inner peace? I have the wisdom to discern who the proper prospects would be. Or do I take this Secret Place with me to the next adventure. Never to be found? Or hae some already found this secret place? I think they have. I see the evidence around me. Their buildings in every town. their shelves full of the knowlegde of the secret place. Wait just a minute, I can see that others have access to this secret place or have they found more than I realized existed.O.K. well this once secret place I thought I had was the inner thoughts of my mind. most of the time it would spill out onto paper. But no one knew where it came from.