Above All Else

Moving to the rhythm of pulsating silence
chaos awaits near the exit
impatiently seeking, grappling, and groping the next willing vessel
distraction provides scandal to itching ears
they long to belong...singing with vain routine
circling the valley for 40 years without wonder...stubborn
where is the pursuit of change?
Strength, inside the roots of the soul denied by theory
Lift the veil. Look up.
allow the Light's piercing rays to shed the scales from the eyes
The temporary discomfort will fade...short lived
only to be redeemed by a Lifetime of knowing.
A Lifetime.
Of Knowing.

Rise Above. 

--Ensilence [Free-write]