There is a place within my heart and yours
Where Presence dwells and faithfully endures,
And yet it is not evident always,
When it’s eclipsed by existential haze.
When trouble, worry, fearfulness intrude
To spoil serenity (that attitude
We need to set the visionary scene),
It’s absence that we feel; we’re dull, not keen.
So how may we regain the confidence
And poise we lack to re-experience
The certainty that all is well and good
And blissful, when it’s rightly understood?
The only way’s to slow your beating brain
And heaving heart so Presence can show plain.