Silence of the Heart

Indefatigable rhythms, throbbing, pounding, pulsing beats,
To dance to, live to, and harmonize our dreams,
Harder, faster; softer, slower; up and down, from smile to feet;
In the silence of the heart lives the space that screams;
For something more than repetition, patterned time, or measured flow,
As in the space between the beats, forever lies,
There waiting, quietly, so patiently, for us to realize and know,
It is the silence of the heart that never dies;
Like the space between our thoughts, between the stars and planets singing,
Between the paradox of waves, a quarky view,
Between the matter, anti-matter; super-symmetry, shadows ringing;
Within the silence of the heart, your spirit knew;
The answers to the questions, the ones that never have been posed,
The ones that live in quiet places in the soul,
The ones that clarify the truth, for men and angels, there exposed,
Within the silence of the heart, where space is whole;
Where real love exists eternal, in subatomic adoration,
In sparkling energy, conscious melody and rhyme,
Endless love, and in no hurry, to share material vibration,
For in the silence of the heart, there is no time;
We found each other there, almost a thousand years ago,
Risking all for what our spirits seemed to know,
Within the silence of the heart, between the thumps of passion flow,
The conscious silence of the heart, its radiant glow,
Within the silence of the heart, between the thumps of passion flow,
The conscious silence of the heart, its radiant glow,
The conscious silence of the heart, its radiant glow.