My heart holds things my mind
cannot remember, shielding me, perhaps,
from pain I cannot yet embrace.
My heart, the oldest part of me, knew me
before I was me. How does it beat
all this time, so steady through sorrow and joy,
suffering and liberation?
Every tear and smile it knows. While mind
can only hold so much, heart holds it all.
“Listen, listen” it says, “to my wisdom. I will not
forsake you. Tune your life to my rhythmic beat
as you did, once, in the womb. My knowing
can be trusted.”