There is comfort in searching in the quiet
for the God, Spirit, Mind, the Source
that often eludes the focus
I direct to constant busyness.
But it is not God that eludes.
The Presence is always within
yet surrounding with further access,
awaiting a scattered mind to open..
Gus Daum
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tHE PERFECT ENDING
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“Focus directs to constant busyness” – so true. Penetrating poem. Guilt alarm!
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