Thought
Sensitive finger points on hand
Eyes that meet and understand
Light switch on a wall connect
A current that you can direct
Fingers of need and loving gaze
Mind turned on to fire ablaze
No struggle for great accolade
As deep down connection made
Current’s flow is no invention
Subtly alive in each dimension
Abiding and waiting to connect
Turned on to union with subject
Prayer
O Lord of infinite presence and patience, thou art constantly available for my mind to tune into, but it wanders here and there like a vagabond. Grant that I may always avail of the rich wealth that you have given that I may always be mindfully connected to Thee.