THE HEART
I don’t know where I first met her
The memory is way too old.
As now, she was mystery then.
She comes at the strangest times
Stirs the water and vibrates the air—
Pushes me to remember something important
Lost long ago
It takes great courage to do this
Living from one’s heart.
Power and control, status and image,
Always winning at something. . .
Mere distractions
designed to protect,
keep safe and insulate.
The heart cares nothing of this.
The darkness holds fear
of Death and Annihilation, Horror and Separation—
The Source of all dreams
And the only Light worth talking about.
All else just fantasy and deceit.
Save religious comfort for those who need it.
Save me from those who promote it.
Save me from that cowardly way.
Today, I live from my heart.
-----EAGLECROW
