Assume you have a Self to realize,
Some Essence that is truly who you are,
Which, if you don’t, you never can grow wise,
For it is your eternal guiding star.
How then, within the roil of busyness
And everyday affairs is one to find
Surcease from worldly worries and duress,
Growing in time more spiritually aligned?
My way is to arise from bed at dawn
Then sit in the dim light in readiness
To write, waiting for ideas to spawn,
A practice that meets usually with success,
And thus it is my wiser Self can guide
Me toward what only Essence can confide.