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

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