So sings the distant heart

 

Within the centred self, We speak, in silence and

With words which others May not hear, while in the

World at large,

only mouths Are we,

spreading forth Imaginings, and hopes.

Who Sings the distant heart which

Safely exists in the centre of All things? 

It is our Soul who Sings  the deepest silence,

Without words, which others Gently hear, 

even though they Know it not but feel it always,

As the heart knows no distance, And no concept

 of time, space Or other, instead, circling in

Deep silence, the truth of all We are, 

and offering in bright Whispers, the hope

 of all we Might be, drawn together, Or  

singled out through each Moment that we

 call our own And yet which belongs not to

Us, but emerges from us, in Shining, brittle 

 imaginings Of our material being.  

So Sings the distant heart. 

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