Heart to Heart

My Heart motioned me to a large cushion on the
floor, where I plopped down without a word.
Setting down on another cushion across from me
She asked "Are you here to listen or to whine?"
My Heart never beats around this bush or that,
which is why I most likely spend so much time in
my cortex, ordering the words around.
"I'll hear every word you say." I said
My Heart leaned back and said
"No good. You could hear me fart too. Will you
actually listen to me."
His serious look told me much.
"I'll listen." I said
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"Your words have become stilted and tight.
Your passion seems to have been stuffed in
a closet with old mops, brooms and a mouse
nest in the corner. Your words have had it.
They are dying Tim. Dying! Do you understand
me?"
I nodded.
"Why are you killing them?" She asked bluntly.
"Because I am afraid of what I know lies within me.
Because I know my life is nearing a culmination.."
"Cut the crap!" Heart said.
"Change how you are! You have trapped yourself
in fat, fear, and intellectual striving long enough!
You know my words, but you are holding them
back. Why?"
"I really don't know." I say.
"Bullshit!"
I stare at my hands.
"Your words have lifted people, touched
their Hearts and even their souls! Why hold back?"
I burp. Heart raised her eyebrow.
"gas..."
Heart stood up and gave me one helluva
whack upside my head, knocking me
clean off the cushion.
"Jesus...ouch.."
"Leave deities, their Mothers and sons out of this!
Yoy know what you need to do. You know what flows
out of me! I have seen those you walk through
your cortex with, and I know how you feel.
Enough intellectual constructing of 'nice, pretty
poems!! Write Me Goddamnit!!"
I stood up rubbing my smarting ear.
"You are right. No excuses. You are right.
I will do it."
"Good." She smiled. "I'll be keeping tabs on
you. If you don't, I'll come looking for you,
and it will be your ass."
"Got it." I said and pushed the Up button
on the elevator. The door opened and I
got in, pushing the Brain shaped button.
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Arriving back at my cortex, I went to the door
and knocked. The small eye-level door slid open.
It was a verb. "What?" he said.
'Come on out we have work to do."
"He grinned and closed the little slot.
I heard chains rattling, locks opening, a bar lifting.
As they all came out I gathered them up in my arms
and..
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Today I rode my breath into the dawn, feeling the
coming Sun upon my face, the cool airs wrapping round
my body.
What song shall I sing?
What notes do I add to the morning
choir of colors, dews, and birdsong?
How do I weigh these winds or measure the drops
of dawnrain, splashed across these times and places
of my Being?
You Beloved, fill my memory with your smells,
your wetness, your laughter and your tears.
I would kiss this newday sun to show it the
passion with which I worship you.
I would embrace your feet and touch my
head to them in gratitude.
I love and am loved.
I would touch your naked beauty,
your hair falling down in your sleepy eyes.
I ride my breath, up to the Sun,
but I shall not fall like Icarus because I
am become Love and the Sun is
your very Heart, Oh Beloved.
Immortal Star.
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I tucked my words in, and turned out
the light.
MY phoned dinged that I had a text from Heart.
It was a big, grinning Heart.
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(C) TF 04MAY2011