When we nurture our nervous life
With gentle presence

We lay to rest the sensitivities
Of fear, judgement and expectation

For so long, tired are our nerves
From learning, fixing, trying and controlling

The mind, determined and eager to perceive
The logic of knowledgeable intelligence

What in truth, is our hearts deepest cry for help
Out of muffled negligence

‘Oh when can we rest’!
Plea the nerves of our mortal existence

‘Let death not be the time
To yearn to breathe of presence’

What it all boils down to, now and ever more
Is to courageously invite tender love of care

What is true of our innate essence