Center
There in the center
Is the eye of the storm
The place where all
Is calm
Regardless Of
The external circumstances.
How is it we can access
Such a place?
The Mages call it
Quiet
The external insanity
Actually protects them.
I touched the Center
Today…
Regardless of what
I thought I knew.
Some part of me
Knew truths about
The universe that
I,
Myself…
Knew nothing of.
What a blessing
But I have no control
Of it…
Perhaps if I did
I would loose
What I have.
Peace
Calm
Quiet
In the eye
Of the storm.
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