In deepest recess what do you desire
What are your longings how do you aspire
Covered in darkness enmeshed in night
What is the solace that makes things right
Where do you turn when all seems lost
Warmth is elusive all’s covered in frost
Your mind is cloudy presence is fogged
Can't seem to breathe airways clogged
We have a center place of pure being
Where we turn to when we need to cling
A place of worship a statue a poem
A task a person you can call home
This holy union of you and thou
Fills the dark empty soothes all somehow
Beast that was raging churning wild
Quiet like the embrace of a beloved child
Be still and calm go to that place
Drink it all in with the sage of your grace
It's ever present no matter the travail
Holding keeping guarantees you'll prevail
Where do you turn to when all around you is swirling?
Do you have a personal practice and how does it feed you?
What else do you need??
- Stewart Levine ©
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