Worry Not

I've been working on this certain song for over a year. When my body starts to tremble with unnamed worries my system starts to shut down. I call on my Love, my soul, and am rescued from myself. For some reason, when I play it the song acts like a life-raft to a helpless person trapped alone in the middle of the ocean. His boat was taken by the night after a storm separated them, but now hope floats towards him just as he was ready to give up.
Why does worry feel this life-threatening? Certainly it's avoidable... maybe worry is just a mask that the mind places over our deeper experiences when it's confused. Because I can feel worried even when some thrilling event occurs or EVEN when life is steady and consistent... Worry is just a place to hide when life is happening. So as we (ie. humanity) and I emerge from our fear of what we think we don't know into the vastly more satisfying world beyond, let's just trust that help is always where we need it. Just opening our eyes and listening for signs of life in the endless sea can lead us to the life support we crave.

So here are the words to the song, one of my life-rafts:

Lyrics--

They reach
for each other
in the dark

Him
with his night vision
She, with her sonar

And he listens to the sound of her voice
It calls him out of the cave
He leaves behind all the sorrow
She heals the pain

With you in my life
holding my hand
I can breathe a little easier
And when comes the night
You are the lamp
that I carry to see clearer
I carry you to see
clearer

He watches closely
As she crosses the threshold
Through the open door

And she cannot resist his
Smile, his style,
She knows now what she came here for

And he listens to the sound of her voice
It wraps around him like a breeze
And as he leaves she has no choice
She runs to him like an ocean bound stream

With you in my life
holding my hand
I can breathe a little easier
And when comes the night
You are the lamp
that I carry to see clearer
I carry you to see
clearer

She sees him
when she looks in his eyes
and he feels like he's been seen now
for the very first time
We are like them
free as the sky
and open like a book of old
forgotten rhymes
that nobody reads
but you
and I

With you in my life
holding my hand
I can breathe a little easier
And when comes the night
You are the lamp
that I carry to see clearer
I carry you to see
clearer