Poem 4 Shamati + Psalms

Shamati 26 – The Inner Thought

Psalm 121 – I Lift Up My Eyes to the Hills

Each restless thought within my breast,

Seeks power, light, a fleeting rest.

Yet all thoughts rise, then fall away,

Unless the heart joins what we pray.

“I lift my eyes to hills,” he said,

But strength flows not from mount ahead.

The help I claim lies not in height,

But in shared breath, in friends’ delight.

Within the Ten, my soul takes flight,

When inner thought aligns with Light.

No lonely path, no distant call—

But unity that lifts us all.

Ever watchful, ever near,

The Inner Thought dissolves my fear.

Not in the peaks, but in the symphony,

Of hearts as one, in proximity.