Heart Language

heart language
speaks in tongues
we cannot translate

its imprecision
is its preciseness

it stirs pots
that mere words
cannot touch

it weaves
what cannot be woven
by earthly minds,
by logic,
and sense

do I not make sense to you?
good
drop your sense
so that your heart may listen

here you'll find
more than the pennies of our logic

here you'll find
real change

a treasure beyond
this moment's impermanence;
a gift of something timeless


*Original poem by Summer Starr - August 2015