Swirls encircling twister’s in your brain
Just when you were centered comes torrential rain
When you realize always feeling good is not what life’s about
When manic baffling makes you want to shout
Beneath all the action buried in your mist
Lies a thoughtful peace and quiet transcending analysis
It’s the eye within the needle the center of the storm
Breath of life within the fire that serves to keep you warm
It’s burning very quietly a glow that will sustain
The salve that melts the aching soothing the pelting rain
The force that brings perspective when all seems frayed and worn
The deep abiding laughter and friendship in your storm
The holy and sacred inside of your profane
The quiet force that feeds and guides as you through pain
It’s the force that enshrouds protecting the essential you
The center of your kingdom the place from which you rule
As you seek your status and abiding peace inside
Remember it’s the quiet that feeds your cells real pride
From this deep still center all worthwhile is born
A quiet holy birthing place a beatific smile the norm
When was the last time you experienced the comfort of the quiet still center of your being?
What enabled your capacity to access it?
How did it feel?
What power or way of being in the world did it generate for you? Was it real? Imagined?
How do you know? Does it make a difference?
- Stewart Levine ©
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