Right here,
In my centre
lies my core.
In it there's an ocean,
There's light and
There's wind.
In it, there's a baby,
Laughing,
Crying.
Above it there's nothing but space and whispers.
Below it there's nothing but earth.
But here...
Right here,
Lies my precious core.

Its gravity pulls all those around.
Its gravity compels me,
To it I am bound.
So it is here
I feel, I hurt,
And I heal.
So it is here that I bleed, that I bloom,
In daylight, and in gloom.
So it is here
Where my soul resides and dwells.
This little planet shrinks and swells.
It encompasses me, it has the power to cast spells.
It overwhelms me, this body is just its shell.
So well?
I live, by and by,
And try my best to filter its voices;
This core is powerful because it's sensitive
To what's seen, unseen, felt, and unfelt,
To presence and absences.
It can be most truthful,
Most delusional,
But it is my core,
Seated at the centre of the chest.
Beating,
But not in the flesh.