The heart has its own language

The heart has its own language
that is often muffled, indistinct, or buried
beneath the noise and hubbub of everyday living.

The heart has its own language
that can be heard when the yearning,
and craving and desiring and striving stop.

The heart has its own language
that whispers through our dreams,
and beckons to us unseen in the
dullness of being mortal.

The heart has its own language
that tiptoes through our rooms unnoticed
until we have the sense to put down the
mundane and recognise the great gift of being human.

The heart has its own language
that dances through our own and
weaves and criss-crosses and plays games with
our ordinary, day-to-day speech.

The heart has its own language
that resonates in the space between
who I am and who I think I am.

The heart has its own language,
unheard in many quarters, but resounding in
the peaceful, silent moments
when the mind is still.

© 17 June 2013