My Beating Heart
I had the rare opportunity of being able to watch my own beating heart
yesterday.
For almost a full hour I watched, in full size, my very own amazing,
pumping, surging life source at work in all its splendor, pouring my very
essence through my body and into my mind.
Beat after endless beat, without a command being given, this strong and
independent muscle worked for me tirelessly, a proud, proud display of
energy and devotion as I have ever witnessed.
Never again will I ever feel that there is room near my heart’s center for
feelings like emptiness or loneliness, shame or false pride, hate or anger,
or ignorance. I could not bear to desecrate this proud and faithful heart
with such unworthy neighbors.
All I can do is hope to treat my heart with as much respect as it shows me
pulse after pulse, beat after beat, a true and dedicated friend as there could
be in life—my truest and dearest best friend.
yesterday.
For almost a full hour I watched, in full size, my very own amazing,
pumping, surging life source at work in all its splendor, pouring my very
essence through my body and into my mind.
Beat after endless beat, without a command being given, this strong and
independent muscle worked for me tirelessly, a proud, proud display of
energy and devotion as I have ever witnessed.
Never again will I ever feel that there is room near my heart’s center for
feelings like emptiness or loneliness, shame or false pride, hate or anger,
or ignorance. I could not bear to desecrate this proud and faithful heart
with such unworthy neighbors.
All I can do is hope to treat my heart with as much respect as it shows me
pulse after pulse, beat after beat, a true and dedicated friend as there could
be in life—my truest and dearest best friend.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
Michael Domino