Which room in a house
\nis the most important room?
\nWhich room in the soul
\ndeserves a lock,
\nan open door,
\nthe sound of the world
\ncoming through its walls?
\nI opt for the kitchen,
\nfor the firm counter,
\nthe window looking on a garden or sea,
\nthe table rubbed with oil,
\nits brown grain sweet with sap,
\nthe hard firmness of summer,
\nthe humidity of August and roses.<\/p>\n
In the soul
\nI prefer the room without a ceiling,
\nwhere the sun comes through the thatch,
\nthe hovering humility of fog,
\nthe wide scan of the Milky Way,
\na tapestry showing the battle
\nof infinity with time.
\nA room covered with pictures
\nof the future and past,
\na chair to have tea,
\na place for a fire,
\nto make music and hear my voice
\nresonate from corners.
\nBut it would not be a kitchen,
\na room for berries, and sausages,
\nand bread.<\/p>\n
It would be a place of ungoing,
\nof being nowhere
\nto be everywhere,
\nwhere I could think
\nand not concern myself,
\nleave or stay forever.
\nIt is perhaps a choice of mood,
\nof where color goes and lies in purity,
\na room making itself into a haven,
\na place where we breathe easily,
\nand feel the world
\nbecome a planet for a moment,
\nto inhabit and love,
\nand be somewhere by ourselves,
\nor with others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Which room in a house is the most important room? Which room in the soul deserves a lock, an open door, the sound of the…<\/p>\n