Mary Mc Creath
Being-At Centre - Poem by Mary Mc Creath
My centre is where I find deepest and truest meaning.
It is the quiet place, where I stop searching-
Looking for and seeking answers.
I rest at my centre and behold all that I have been seeking,
In an inward way that is gentle and integrated.
I receive no answers, yet my questions cease to need them
For I know without having answers.
Returning from centre the world is renewed and
I see it in a different light.
People are different.
I see them in a new way.
At times I loose the sense of my centre
then I am like a person who has lost the way.
I become a prisoner of my self,
Which is a very small area in which to be confined.
At my centre I have freedom and liberty
To explore and relate to the mystery of being
In me others and the world.
Off centre I find myself alone.
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