The physical body, a tangled mess of matter.
The human soul, a beautiful mass of presence.
There is an “I” between matter and presence,
But where does love reside?
We are broken in an anxious world,
Where hateful words slither along cyber channels.
Love mistaken by meaningless validations,
Are these connections real?
I am more than a tangled mess of matter,
Real connection was born the day my soul met yours.
Love resides in us,
Enough to help the defeated in our broken world.