The Quiet Inside

The Quiet Inside has been hard to mind

My racing brain is brimming

With all the things to remember or do

And all the goings on around me

Go, go, go!

My attention is so easily captured by the noise

The Quiet Inside is hard to hear

My busy ears are ringing

With the needs, wishes, pressures and messages

I hear and tell myself

Pay attention!

It is easy to lose sight of what is important

The Quiet Inside is hard to see

My attentive eyes are scanning

With the intent to take in everything they can witness

They dare each other

Don’t miss a thing!

Which leads me to lose touch with what I do not think of, hear or see

The Quiet Inside is hard to feel

My peace seems like its hiding

Within me, nestled deep, true and constant

It waits for me to notice

I’m here!

It brims, and rings and sings until I sense its center and its surfacing

The Quiet Inside got left behind

But only for a while

The Quiet Inside had been hard to find

It wasn’t trying to beguile

The Quiet Inside doesn’t really hide

It waits for me to reconcile

Myself

And remember that it is with me all the time