Of the heart

What is distance to the heart?  A beat translated to a flutter under soft skin and not seen, I guess.  But that same heart will not be still and it beats through the fiber of space and time and we know it, no matter the time of day or the physics of the moment.  The rhythm flickers through dreams and manifests in the moments of a day.  Distance is not of the heart, it is of the mind.

The soul manifests in the heart.  As the soul flees the confines of the flesh the heart shudders and retires.  It is silent.

The soul is not of the material world, it knows no boundaries and it is good that its tongue can speak without knowing chains.  Beating in a rhythm that is ancient and understood by all, the universal translator whispers in every wave of this universe.

And so we sing to each other, oblivious to the kilometers and the hours.   The song is without pretense, and it knows no lies.   The mind finds pain and elation in the notes, and it disguises it in the clothes of the moments we live in.  We know, we know it as a primal truth, the mind can never be trusted!

Listen closely and suspend the logic, suspend the mind, send it on a holiday and wave it away.  Listen to the heart.

I hear you my love.  Your voice is clear.  Together we turn to the bright blue sky over those hills and the bay.  Only the angels see us smile in this moment.   Let me hold your hand through this day as I go into this night.  We know distance is not of the heart.