Harmony


How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync,
Wavelength to wavelength,
Response to reply.

So many agendas beg ignoring,
Those places where integrity remains suspect,
Where job,
Marriage,
Relationships,
Friends,
Acquaintances,
Eye contact,
Undeserved pleasures,
Even fantasized accord,
Portending confirmation of truth.

Such are often merely layered fears
Forged in distrust.

For lest we forget,
No one promised answers.

Even as schemas know no boundaries,
The road signs always offer direction
To the many of want ,
Facilitating few of need,
They nevertheless remain available.

Such goes this phenomenon of plans.

Diagrammable life.

Representation of what might be,
But rarely is.
What is intrinsically longed for,
Yet seemingly uncatchable,
Like mercury’s forever morphing personality.

Still…

So desperate are most,
Clutching to random connection,
Often without reason,
Inviting attention from others,
Embraced as self-realization.

Perhaps a venture off the beaten path,
A bushwhack through the untrammeled past
Might beg consideration,
Where revisiting the child within
Could remind how infant outbursts
Conveyed rudimentary logic,
When diaper rash urgency,
Void of language,
Save scream and cry,
Defined simple organics,
A voicing in search of form and resolve.

So easy to ignore this,
Time’s simplistic message
Reaching back toward the dawn of man,
When primitive bone and stone
Drummed the truth of need,
Food,
Shelter,
Cover,
When duplicity hadn’t been invented,
When progress was preserved by raw instinct.

Today…

Actuality is in questioned focus.
Our civilized regression,
This guised-in-furtherance flight
Toward make-believe escape
Has jettisoned logic into the abyss of ignorance,
Manipulating instead today’s lie of norm
Into Trump truth,

The hunt will continue,
Beneath self-created imprisonment
In search of that somewhere yet to objectify itself,
That place where slumber’s intrinsic reasoning
Kept safe by nature’s heartbeat
Requires nothing but simple acceptance
Of that known principal simply
Ever available…

Truth.

Searching minds continue
Trusting that consciousness will prevail,
Even allowing occasional laughter
Along the path where yesterday’s delusions entertain…

Such is the discovery of congruence,

The good needing the bad

In order to understand the reward of harmony.

Nothing like it.

Try it.