The Sanctuary
Here in the sanctuary without time, within peace of mind, all my fears start to fade away as I turn and flee from the world’s opinion. The more I lose, the more I see and the less I crave what I don’t need. Here in the sanctuary, all time stops and everything comes together from the inside out. Brought to me by hands the eyes can’t see. Doubt is easy, but only by faith can I be free.
In a restless world, where we get lost so quickly, the only way to find yourself is through letting go of everything. The sanctuary is merely a place where your soul can eat, where you take out the key. The sanctuary can be the streets in Rome or Venice Beach. It’s merely a place where you stop and breathe. The sanctuary is a place within, not one we create.
Every city has a place with the chaos where there is peace. Every person is like a city. Within, there is a place that restores our peace, but, if we don’t return to the sanctuary, it is easy to get lost in our mind and forget what’s real and to really feel. A sanctuary isn’t a building, a church or cathedral. The sanctuary is where we feed the soul, connect our minds, forget the world’s opinion and listen to our heart. Doubt is easy, but only by faith can we be free. A sanctuary isn’t something we create. Rather, it is a place where we can open ourselves up and listen to what we can’t see.
I’ve been to sanctuaries on the plane, on the street, from Rome to Venice Beach, Central Park or Times Square to Marietta Street. A sanctuary is within when we stop and listen.
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