The Rhythm Of My Heart

The rhythm of my heart.

How does my heart respond to a feeling? To a memory? A wave of anxiety hits and my breath tightens, becomes inconsistent. The rhythm of my heart becomes janky and sporadic. The rhythm of my heart and breath are dependable.

My once beating heart is now stamping. A drunk lady is clunking down the streets at 5am, sporadically staggering, echoes on the dead cold morning. That’s the sound of my lonely and anxious heart. A wave of gratitude hits as a fond memory of a loved one urges its way into my mind, I am not alone. My breath slows and finds a flow. Bliss surrounds me. 

I contemplate.

I contemplate the complexities of human existence and I forget to breath. 

I find breath. I breathe into my heart and feel the love circulating my body. I breathe into a pump in the centre of my chest and oxygenate my blood that circulates around my body. Now I’m relaxed. I was too busy to breath.

Then I remember I’m a child of the stars. 

We all are. We are water and gasses, hidden behind a meat suit.

Therefore we are connected… scientifically, spiritually, karmically, psychically.

Now i am breathing with flow. The vibrating strings inside of a piano. the vibrating strings inside of me. The vibrating strings that connect us all. 

We are music, let us hum, let us dance together.

The Rhythm of my heart.

The beat of life.