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THE EYE OF THE STORM
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When panic arises and reaches a peak
An unsustainable level of fear and adrenalin
A chaos so strident in tone and intensity
That functioning becomes nigh on impossible
That panic undergoes a transition, sets like concrete
All at once, it becomes a deep calm, quiet and sure
In the stillness of this calm
An inner voice, a sure knowing
Shows us what to do to escape
This peace that passes understanding
Is a gift from Nature so we can cope
With situations that might have overwhelmed us
We don't have to wait for panic
We can visit this calm center of the maelstrom
With practice and visualization
It can become our vacation OM
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