When I run after what I think I want…………

When I run after what I think I want

My days are like a hot furnace

Of acute stress and anxiety

For days I am at my wits end

Have no power to think sensibly

But start to decay in my own edginess

If I sit in my own place of patience

Being one with myself in silence

Letting each breath cleanse my inner chaos

And knowing that life still colours

My gorgeous world with her vivacity

What I need flows beautifully in me

And without an inch of pain

I feel that spaciousness inside

From this I can well understand

That what I want also wants me

Is looking for me and attracting me

To come and be with Him

There is a great secret here

For anyone who can grasp it

Simply sway with the movement

There is magic in the unknown