The Pulse of Love

Once in contemplation's calm repose

And concentration's fixed imperative

I focused on the Presence in the heart

And found the pulse of love for which I live.

For when the Force is channelled to the soul

All else appears a dream within a dream

For a moment's beat the world does not exist,

An energy or vibratory stream.

Too soon the touch is lost, life rushes in,

Impulses of the world-ways inundate

And we are tossed and turned upon her seas

And moved by ingrained habits small and great.

Again and again we must return to calm

Seat the Image firmly in our breast,

Invite the Peace to penetrate the cells

And offer the hallowed place to the honoured Guest.