Heart Connection

My heart and my body

long to communicate with me.

Yet, I become restless

about my sensations,

about my pain.

“Something is wrong. Look at me!”.

I contract, I feel compelled

to go to the medicine cabinet.

Or I analyse, I assess, I appraise.

What if I were to observe these sensations,

not as an opponent.

Instead, as a friend,

not wishing for their disappearance,

not desisting,

not disputing them,

no disagreement,

no dissension,

no detention,

simply watching what is.

What is my encoded message?

A. Johnson

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Inspired by:

Poet Kahlil Gibran