Heart Beat

5-1-16 Shelter Bay LaConner, WA
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There’s a place where the universe can hear my heart beat. It can read my soul like a good book, and gaze inside my mind like a crystal ball (as complex as (itself) the solar system,) a place where the animals speak in color and the waters roar like tigers, a place where rainbow sidewalks never end, a place where trees do the cha-cha in the wind’s symphony as humming bird’s orchestrate. A place where the sun and the moon touch, cosmos first kiss.

There’s a place where the universe can hear my heart beat, under slumber’s potion. Under slumber. The cosmos determine my breath as sure as the sea’s dance.

A place where the universe can hear my heart beat.

I’ve seen this place, I dared to look close enough to see this place. I heard the whispers of the universe I’ve seen the textures and the magic, I’m lucky enough to live inside the place where the universe can hear my heartbeat. I’ve felt the fulfillment, the modesty, the essence, the constant, consistency, I’ve know this place my whole life. I’m looking at myself.

The universe hears my heartbeat every day, and extends it outward into the ebb and flow of the sea, earthquakes, the humming of bird’s wings, the gust of a wind, the minute growth of tree, the blooming of the apple blossom, the crash of a wave, the stomp of an elephant on the African plains, in the thunderheads building in the distance, in the strike of horizontal lightening in the desert, extended upward and outward still to the collision of an asteroid on the planet Mars, the burst of sun storm on the surface of the sun, in the birth of star, and in the commotion of a supernova, the death of one, the energy of one heart beating is what the universe is made of. 

We came from those stars, made from the same elements, and we will return to them, we will return.