Today John O’Donohue reminds me
Of the shelter of presence
Which on reflection seems to be
A mighty fine shelter indeed
Yet for me this is not a divine presence
Neither, in any way a supernatural force
This is the energy of the I
This is the faces of the you
The presence of a we
Either apart or together
Which enables the transference
Of thought and love
In the present moment of presence
We are unlimited
We are open to all
We are boundless, as also is our joy
Then what better place for shelter
What neater place for being
Where we are free
To engage with our freedom
With the wonderful moment
Wrapped around us
We have memories
And also projections
Our gaze is both
Near and distant
Our protective shelters
Permit our unwavering
We may become vulnerable
We may feel deeply
Of all of our furthest desires
Which today may be limitless
