I dare not ask
why my turmoil exists
for it is I
whom questions the unquestioned
and it is I
whom ponders opposites
and illusions of irreconcilable differences
when I know if but one thing
creation is the coming forth
of perfected relationships
and what appears separate
to what doesn’t appear at all
it transcends feelings of contrast
with complimentary thoughts
manifesting the harmony
dare I not express
that which troubles me so
so expression may grant me reprieve
just as it grants creation
I bemoan and grieve
what most are too idle and ignorant to perceive
knowing even in apathy and lethargy
a world is conceived
and I am the handler of worlds
unwittingly to those too lost in their own
so it seems that I seek not answers
but only acknowledgment
that you have none
and the silent understanding
of how lonely knowledge must be
navigating the eery quiet of wise discernment
absorbing its poignant vibrations
and if I shall supplement my worries
seeking anecdotes for query spawn of me
they may lack in reason
reflecting primal urges projected
from solutions sought without courage
offering shadows of delight
ripe for trickery
in seeking meaning outside oneself
for I will be just as unfulfilled
as first ponder
no matter immediacy’s relief
oh the senses deceive me so
being satiated by the noise of affirmation
with favorable answers spoken
reverberating hollow understanding
leaving me to hunger and thirst once more
therefore I say,
the greatest love one can offer me
if resolution is unknown
would be ears
allowing silence its moonlit majesty
for it is I whom knows
hearing to be deciphered through the heart
as the other senses travel the ravines and valleys of mind
so heart speak to me
for the tongue of man
can not settle your trembles
only thine own ear
I spare my own discomfort
in that I purge
so that my heart may hear me
and I can be so courageous to quiet myself
that I may hear my heart
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