Heartsong

Indra’s web.

Sooner or later, it dawns on you,

A jolt of light in the mind’s eye,

Or some other subtle sign:

A finger tip tingle, a shoulder shudder 

Or a diaphagmic dissolving—

A sense of the quiet majesty of your own heart.

Like a string of beads,

A ceaseless song of a billion beats

Each one morphing, squeezing, dancing

You into being.

A value known only

To those brave enough to dive 

Beneath the dazzling waves,

To listen and hear the 

Loyal thrumming

At the centre of your own shimmering sea