Harmony

In the disparate world of noises, I seek
the incalculable silence of the eternal,

in the centre of engulfing darkness
the desperate glimmer of dawning light.

In the tragic turmoil of every
screaming, struggling soul I hear

unarticulated voices of pain and desire
grasping for intractable meaning.

Wherever I search in all directions
I realize not the harmonies of lost being.

To the core of my own miniscule self
In desperation I turn; its quiet rhythm

through each and every molecule sings
for me the chronicle of existence.

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