There are two ways to listen to the heart—

One, of flesh and blood,

The other, of soul and silence.


All our lives, we wrestle,

Trying to hear its beat untouched by feeling—

Yet always, emotions rise like tides,

Crashing through the stillness.

We are led by them,

Those wild, aching waves

That give both sense and none

To our very being.


It is the heart—

That quiet, burning center—

Which breathes all life into the vastness within.


May peace settle in every heart,

And may clarity flood each mind,

Like morning light through a shattered sky.


Stop the struggle against what calls us home.

Follow it—not with noise, but with reverence.


Follow it in silence.


For that is the only rhythm

We were ever meant

To dance on. 🎶