The Only Place

 By Steve Taylor

When the future is full of dread
And the past full of regret
Where can you take refuge except the present?

When maelstroms of tormenting thoughts
push back the barricades of your sanity
The present is the calm centre where you can rest.

And slowly, as you rest there
The niggling thoughts and fears dissolve away
like shadows shrinking under the midday sun
until you don’t need refuge any more.

The present is the only place
where there is no thought-created pain.

The present is the only place.