causing it all -
the noise of silence,
the movement of all else,
the inertia for all else,
calmly reasoning with the mind
holding the body together, when its frail
for the world’s unkind
against thoughts of discontent, & mistrust
the heart just does not let it go
always, it is the heart, facing the mind
yet, just how far apart both think?
what will it be like,
if the heart turns its back on the mind?
Dushwari
note: thought in this spontaneous poem is a restatement of the purpose of the heart as a pure part of the body. if it is pure, then all else is. otherwise, the body runs the risk of being selfish and not pure.