Where does tranquility live?
Is it in the mind, when the mischievous monkey thoughts
stop their ceaseless cavorting
and come to rest?
Is it in the body, muscles toned after a vigorous bike ride, stomach satiated
from a light lunch,
all bodily systems in a state of perfect equilibrium?
Or is it in the heart, all bitter regrets finally accepted
or let go or forgiven?
Or perhaps it’s in World itself, for example, right here, right now,
at the Calistoga Spa,
the air uncluttered by the loud of machines,
instead, the trills of red-winged blackbirds,
planted palms around the steam-rising hot pools
and distant hills beckoning.
To all the above, I say yes, yes, yes and again,Yes.