When we get up close

The threat of isolation grows

The mind responds through fear

Bringing us ever so near

To melt our differences

Making them benign preferences

Like the sky, keep a distance

From the ego’s persistence

The precious disappears up close

Replaced by the ego’s dull prose

Keeping us in habitual motions

Chained to negative emotions

Keeping distance, we grow

Towards roots deep below

Our narrow fleeting version

Won’t survive such immersion