True Centering

In solitude

I come upon a centre,

In harmony with All,

Still,

Complete,

Love encompassing.

In isolation

I am a restless centre, 

Separate from all,

Noisy,

Lacking,

Desire besetting.

In isolation

 I appear as an image, 

Imposed on what I truly am. 

In solitude

I disappear into my true centre.

 

 

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