What Matters

Look around. Empty. So much noise. So little left. Faces. Shapes. Names. Things that disappear. I stopped looking there. I look deeper. What’s between the ears. What’s in the chest. What comes from the mouth. What remains when everything else falls away. The world can keep what the world can see. I don’t need it. Give me the thought. Give me the feeling. Give me the truth behind the words. And the soul… …when it loves. That’s what I pay attention to. The rest falls into place. The world can be empty. I don’t have to be. What’s between the ears. What’s in the chest. What comes from the mouth. How the soul feels when it loves. That’s what matters to me. The rest can fall away.