Swirls circle round twister’s in your brain
Just when you were centered comes torrential rain
When you realize feeling good’s not what life’s about
When you feel manic baffling it 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
The breath and life within the fire that keeps you warm

It’s burning very quietly with a glow that will sustain
It’s the salve that melts the aching soothing the pelting rain
It’s the force that brings perspective when all seems frayed and worn
It’s the deep abiding laughter the friendship in your storm

It’s the holy and the sacred inside of your profane
It’s the quiet force that feeds and guides you through your pain
It’s the force that enshrouds protecting the essential you
It’s 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?