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?
