In my sea of selfishness,
I know what I search for is peace—
I am acutely aware that fear will always abound
Until I see
Until I hear
Until I think
Of nothing but love
and of other.
But despite this razor sharp cognizance,
I lose other in the pounding of my heart.
I can’t see
I can’t hear
I can’t think
enmeshed in the angst of dissonance.
While fear begets separation I turn away,
searching within for what I cannot see without.
But I cannot stay lest I lose what I seek.
Slogging through a crowded reality,
disparate themes will always cloud my view;
but cut too far away from other,
and there may be little left to see.
So perhaps instead of looking I will listen,
listen for the music of my soul—
Of your soul
Of their soul
Of our souls
His melody is always sweeter
with some harmony.