Shut up for a minute
and just listen.
Do you hear it?
It is the not-quite-silence
of the world
not giving a fuck.
The demons in your head
don’t feed the hungry.
Your discomfort cannot
keep the rain from falling.
All of this complaining
doesn’t change your circumstances;
the whole world just goes on.
In the absence of your problems,
the flowers still bloom.
While you’re wrapped up in ego,
the tide comes in
and goes out,
like you don’t even matter.
If you could,
but for one brief moment,
set aside yourself,
you would have a chance
to know you are a part
of everything.
The dust that made you, made the universe.
HG – 2016
