The tiny bedroom at night has order,
stonewalled serenity like a nun’s cell.
No-sound, such quietness a rarity.
One green candle burns, its scent fills the room
with patchouli, geranium, basil.
I sip hot chocolate, such sweetness comforts,
soothes and sedates me, entices me to sleep.
I feel pain-free and unusually warm,
my blood seems free-flowing, unchilled for once.
I rediscover a stillness which comes with
just listening, not-doing, just-being,
hearing its peace which only speaks in silence.