When the outside world seems so restless and mad,
My being becomes still.
When part of my mind is lured into this restlessness,
An untouched part abides in silence.
It is right here,
My being is asked to be still and vigilant,
To look again at the unreal-ness of the world.
It is right here,
Reality is seen and felt.
For as long as illusions take form in my mind,
A Voice of wholeness guides my being,
In the looking anew,
This Voice is the hidden spark of light,
In the darkness of the dream.
This Voice is the essence of union,
In a world of separation.
This Voice is boundless Love.
It is here,
My being rests,
In a deeper knowledge,
In boundless love,
In forgiveness,
In peace.