Inside my heart, this sacred place

Inside my heart, this sacred place,
Where freely mingle truth and grace;
Where friends and enemies alike
Are viewed as equals for love’s sake

Inhabited by deeper self
In touch with all that in me dwells;
I leave  my failures  gladly here
I will not live in morbid fear.

I don’t insult the force divine
By pride in any good that’s mine.
For willpower cannot birth virtue
But  can  attend to the eye’s  view

By trusting in   the vast unknown
We turn  attention from the known.
Our eyes relax and  gaze without,
To  bring proportion  to our doubts

Trust, itself. will widen gaze;
Enable us to find our ways.
With terror,fear or loss of pride,
Constriction comes to human eyes.

Perception is the highest good
By what we see,we choose our road.
The blind rush like the swine to hell
In patient,watchfulness   we’ll  dwell.