Updated: Jul 9
My malfunctioning heart was diagnosed
As mechanically manic, ablatable,
The procedure invasive was more than
Persuasive in fixing electrical
Misfires, firing at spots dysfunctional.
The left ventricle, asymmetrical,
Was now the pressing concern, not pressing
Enough blood through veins “virtually clear”
Its ejection fraction just a fraction
Of what it should be, the modus action
Practiced by modern medics could not heal.
So I turned to that which does—Divine Light—
Through mantras, meditation, “letting go”,
Opening to, no longer closing off
To past failures thereby denying Self
And others a path by which to move on.
Small mind lives in the not now of future,
And the memory of past, both poor dwellings
In which to invite Celestial Guests
For helping us help ourselves and to trust
Big Mind, which lives in the not then, only
The NOW, by seeing beyond perception,
Perceiving that which is in the plain sight
Of those who train themselves to be seers.
We have the abilities to self heal
Yet relinquish our authority
To those trained in bodily mechanics
That believe in only what they can see
And can see only that which they believe.
My doctor thinks my heart’s “a miracle”,
My beats in rhythm, my pump pumping fine.
He links the change to a number of things—
Medications, exercise, lifestyle, time—
But I know in my “heart of hearts”, my heart
Had closed to the wonders and joys of life,
My “insurmountable biographics”
Derailing me from my life’s true purpose:
To only connect, with others be one,
To heal the open wounds of hate with Love.