Intersecting Voices

The flood of voices rummaging through my head calls for a halt.

Do we ever ponder why we think rather quickly without much thought?

There is deep revelation when God speaks of a "small still voice" that beckons.

But how can I even hear this whimper while I load up with Beats and other cacophonies of Indie narratives.

My soul longs for quiet.

I find this most strongly in the midst of social tsunami.

Hush, my soul.
There is God who seeks to speak.
Photography: Yen Baet / Shibuya:Tokyo

Photography: Yen Baet / Shibuya:Tokyo