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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