The place has many names.

Some people call it god,

or enlightenment,

or love,

music, 

passion, 

sport, 

peace, 

contentment, and 

some people call it poetry.

You can even call it Fruit Stripe. 

But we all know it when we feel it, 

the, “Ah,”

the unexpected breeze

down your soul’s spine, 

that whispers, 

“Here. This is where it is.”

This is the place.

And imagine if we all felt it, 

all at once, 

and always.