Matters of the Heart
How do I know my heart?
It's at the center
where truth lies,
Home.
My mind bids me wander
off the narrow way
like a laser with no focus,
scattering bits in all directions,
sparkling crystal.
Bright and beautiful it seems
until the pieces fall in disarray.
The heart is focused and gathered
where light finds it's home.
Who else dwells there?
God, Love, Freedom, Vision.
The heart is pure,
The mind cluttered and changing.
Home is the pinnacle of the Universe where God and Man are one.
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