Welcome Hole Poem by mark bennett

this place is a reference-less point on the intergalactic highway. its neither here nor there but any and everywhere between the epicenter and the edge of the vibe which will one day quake, shake and awaken the world. the walls whisper in colors painted by the very hands which caressed the face of madness and turned terror inside out... into mandalas and lotus flowers. this is the place where time often stands still. this is the place where time sometimes will move at twice the speed of twilight loving life and vitality creeping up through the tiles on the table-tops. this is the place where you get turned on. this is the place where you can always get off. silverfish chimes jingling and tingling in the subtle breeze of the ceiling fans like meditation balls easing any tension on hand. this is the place where the pieces come together... this is the place where the peace is forever recycling and reviving itself. here is the place where you are purposely found... never lost in the crowd. its wholly holy ground; home of the sacred tribe and the collective we. THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOU CAN BE.