Heart

Heart tells you truth.
The truth outside of bookish, academic senses.
That truth, which touches through -
Sweet fragrance, glimmering on skin, as on dark water moon reflection.
Each drop of truth awakes,
Like morning bird, taping (with freely wings) over transparent, yet shut firmly window.
As wind of change that waits
Its moment to blow away old dust and veil black, widowed.
Heart knocks, pulsates.
It trembles, whispers day by day of greatest feelings..
That humbly coloured nightingale 
Who tweets as fragile, crystal bell of soothing, pure meanings.
Heart simply states
About the life that sways so breathless, thoughless..
In trust, in faith it takes
To closest, deepest realm, where fuss is pointless.
It shows the world electric blue (outside the matter’s view)
Of different shapes, scents, forms and flavours.
It shows the old existing, yet so new
Tremendous knowledge - heart’s flame endless.
Heart reunites.
To be the one: what is external is internal.
His grip subsides
Outside of wounds inside, outside of pain outward.
Heart quietly loves.
Whatever you do not or do,
It sweetly smiles,
And Divine Life goes on through “You”.