There are other ways to place yourself at the centre of things. The key is to place yourself at the centre, to become the core, without losing yourself. They take the final line and name him Adonai; in the moment where lordship is all, they give away their power to one whose face is not turned to them. They call out in his language, turn towards his speech.

ITE, I call, and they open their eyes. Isaya! Riqa! The circle is one of lime and flour (or else of the mind), the power my own held fast by those who would turn their eyes towards me. Within the sphere of my influence, Adonai has no place.

The lady of eight rays is by my side. The master of the forty holds my hand. The third opens her eyes, blinking in recognition. Here is one with the Tao upon his brows And another who stands where certainties meet in ambiguity.

I stand in the eye at the centre of the storm.