Metrosphere 2004-2005
Anahata Nada (Unstruck Chord)
Are you saying that my heart does not have rhythm?
I admit
I am bound by a tight shell
burrowed deep into my defenses,
and it is tiring.
But I was fearless once.
I can still hear it;
the fearlessness echoes,
reverberates in the chambers of my heart,
ricochets around my body,
bounces so fiercely that my throat burns to be open.
My arms crave to swirl the air!
I want to fling myself from this edge
and suck in a breath
so sharp
that it expands my heart,
creates some kind of friction
that strikes the un-struck in my center-
(And then you will be able to hear it)
the sound in my core that never stopped or started-
It will burst from my chest
and move in waves,
permeating you like a whisper
as loud as the ocean roaring in your ears.
That is the rhythm, the sound, of my heart.
It threatens to vibrate me open.
And I am just holding it in,
so that I don't flatten you.