Once in contemplation's calm repose And concentration's fixed imperative I focused on the Presence in the heart And found the pulse of love for which I live.
For when the Force is channelled to the soul All else appears a dream within a dream For a moment's beat the world does not exist, An energy or vibratory stream.
Too soon the touch is lost, life rushes in, Impulses of the world-ways inundate And we are tossed and turned upon her seas And moved by ingrained habits small and great.
Again and again we must return to calm Seat the Image firmly in our breast, Invite the Peace to penetrate the cells And offer the hallowed place to the honoured Guest.
Poems Undated (1727)
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