Into this quiet room; with sweet relief <br />the sense of oneness with oneself returns; <br />the glorious, restless world no longer thief <br />through thought, of all that for that oneness yearns; <br /> <br />and now, in peace, outside the window shine <br />all life's specifics; all its passing show, <br />now from this peace, seen as a play divine; <br />all restlessness now gone; time, ever now; <br /> <br />and in this heavenly peace, the heart's laid bare <br />in all its nature, born from heaven above: <br />a nature that with all its all may share; <br />since in reality, that heart is love. <br /> <br />O that self-education thus might bring <br />to all who thirst, love's ceaseless single spring.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0084-the-quiet-room/
