How do I feel when I see things differently?
Do I see you as less?
Am I somehow more?
Minds flirting on the edge of understanding.
Blocked by inconsistancies.
Seeing attacks where none exist.
Where does my heart lie?
If I hear you will both our minds open?
Will we recognize the limits of our understanding?
Yesterday we were less than today
Tommorow we may be more
Perhaps we may be less
Will we hold tightly to our predudices?
There is much we will never know
We desire connection with the infinite
This can not be all that exists
Each connection pushes us towards God
Each break pushes us away
Nothing exists on it's own
I do not wish to be alone
I want to be open to all
Still I am closed to so much