That eternal composition
Get quiet, say the Mystics, quiet as dust,
to hear the music of the spheres.
Always there, always near, get past
the inward chatter and the outward traffic
enough to hear that eternal composition,
sans comparisons, conception and imagination.
Without a thought, return to the elemental serenity
from which you’ve taken leave.
Surrender to the peace that surpasses –
to Original form, to that pool of love within
and find there the goal and the cure obtainable,
amenable to all now and forevermore.
O child of God, get your lonely self quiet enough
to be lulled back into Oneness.
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