In the heart of the quiet,
The voice of God I hear,
Eternal love and essence,
The Spirit feels so near.
Beyond the distance whistle,
The subtle sounds appear,
My thoughts find the dismissal,
My heart feels it is clear.
My soul dissolves its seeking,
My mind releases fear,
The voice of God is speaking,
Of joy that brings a tear.
In this bliss I cherish,
That all of life is mere,
Of that which will not perish,
For presence now is here.
By Michael Murphy
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