The mind learns slowly
what the heart knows instantly –
A single beat,
The imprinted image of you
Traced upon my breast;
My breath fogs the suggestion of you.
What is this gesture (of you)?
For you are not mind nor body,
Limb or Torso,
Thought or Manner;
You are the act of awakening
The silent tearing of my heart;
You are the sweetness upon my lips,
The propulsion of my every movement.
Together we are born alone
And into the ground we shall separately sleep.
Yet in between
The Entering and Exiting
Is a lifetime of fragments:
Moments
Blurred Images
Crystallized pain.
The mind listens cautiously
Because it has been taught well;
The heart beats quickly throughout many lifetimes
Because it knows to find you.
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Sami~wonderful poem.