There’s a tune in my tank. I have no one to thank
But myself for believing that I know the way
To achieve my true resonance naturally.
It’s the best way for my mind and heart to agree.
When I’ve found the right frequency, I’ve much to say.
When I’m not tuned correctly, my mind draws a blank.

One divided by two pi times root of LC
Is the pace I keep up with without knowing how.
I need only know why. How means nothing to me.
The pure source that delivers is all that I see.
When the heart and the mind are both centered on now,
Then they act like a flywheel for source energy.

I can’t give my tuned tank circuit’s tuning control
To another. No one knows my tuner but me.
I can tune it away from what feels to be right.
But if I keep that up I will soon feel uptight.
I can practice my tuning most confidently
When I know that the tuner, indeed, is my soul.