Shhh...

Do you hear it?

It is thin and high,
Persistent and untroubled.

It comes from beyond,
Goes beyond,
Yet at all times
Runs through
You.

The bulldozers
And weed-whackers
And the
Grinding gears
Of our
Steel skeletons
Submerge
But do not
Subdue:

The thread
Between you
And the
Greater Self,
Despite all,
Still thrums
And vibrates
To the tune
Of your life;

Still courses through
The thin artery
Of timelessness
That nourishes
You.

This sound
Is underneath
Yet omnipresent,
Urgent
Yet patient.

It is
You.

Quiet.

Listen.

Ah, yes.

There
You
Are.

--Mr. Gobley