Saturday, August 18, 2012

Infrared Tears

Have you told your heart
what you are doing, at any moment
is exactly what you're supposed to be doing?

Have you told your heart how magnificent it is?

"Heart," say, "how magnificent this is for us to share,
the way truth is always on the next limb
and beauty on the nearest branch."

Look at it from the heart's perspective,
how much love you do create
in merely sensing what people are
and speaking it through words or eyes or gestures--
what a gift to be present
yet you leave it wrapped in ribbons on the stoop
and ring the bell--

does the heart need
something given?
What is it?
Let's talk...

Love comes from the same place
as your breath upon the air,
it's real.
But no that wasn't love
when compressed by repression,
told off to stand down,
told you were wrong.

You waited many years
for the wherewithal to be right,
but now that you're right, it's still like
you cannot speak at all.

Oh how your brilliance is so unimportant
when to the heart
there's no one speaking, just an emptiness
not being loved enough to be someone.

You and your heart can be dancing,
larger than you know, in time with all that is
in perfect arabesque!

Know that what you don't know
or haven't yet expressed
is another gift yet to be experienced
like the words that never did come back
or the words that did, in cruel regret--
how it widens the eyes to see in this new witness
a further sky, further stars.

Have you told the heart
that it's heard in every thought,
that its beat becomes the rules
that you must follow,
that if you do not honor it
it's not from want of gratitude
but merely from trying too hard?

Have you told your heart
how much you love it, what you are
without it, how you need it
to make you feel the way you are?


Anonymous said...

I haven't!

I feel at odds with my heart.

Hannah Stephenson said...

This sounds like Rumi....loving the magnificence. This one is so serene and comforting!

William A. Sigler said...

Did I actually just get compared to Rumi?!? Do you hear that, heart?!?

erin said...

aha! i was thinking rumi too)) just listening to coleman barks on rumi here

and while kahlill gibran is perhaps very straight forward, i just read this at dean's too which your poem is a brother to:

In the depth of my Soul there is-
A wordless song-a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink
On parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.

How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of harsh ears.

When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.

The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars; my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
reveal the secret of a withering rose.

It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening
And sung by the soul.

It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?

It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?

It is heart-bound, as a virgin’s secret;
What string could quiver it?

Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?

~ Kahlill Gibran

perhaps this is the only dialogue worth listening to.