The Hidden Chamber
by Andres Diaz
©2021

In the hidden chamber, a secret lies
In the hidden chamber, there is no truth
There are no lies
The words have value and are meaningless
They are there and not there
They are tangibly intangible
The hidden chamber is beyond physical space
Yet it sits right before you
All who know of it have never found it
The brain has no memory of it
The heart has not shaken it with its beating
It is a barren waste
And a wellspring of opportunity
It is only what you make of it.