Hands Of My Heart

Hands Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2024 10 14

With countless hands of my heart I reach out 
to touch essence of all things that exist 
so I can feel vibration of their souls 
ring bright with cosmic music of the spheres 
till my heart comprehends their secret names 
given them by song of the ocean waves. 

With curious hands of my heart I explore 
infinite landscape of our spinning globe 
that spiral in eyes of people I meet 
walking somewhere else on the nameless road 
that always leads me to the eyeless lake 
where laughing children give each other names. 

With naked hands of my heart I embrace 
shadow-lover living inside the tree 
who calls my name with voice of silver light 
that transforms into birds with eager wings 
who try to teach me how to fly with breath, 
yet all I can do is name what I see. 

With broken hands of my heart I construct 
enormous palace of false memory 
where I can hide in doorless maze of myths 
to play life of each god who ever lives 
because ticking clocks animate my brain 
to invent language woven with our names. 

With fertile hands of my heart I conceive 
light that streams through statue of my soul 
to generate new bodies for my genes 
as we evolve from fish to faceless god 
who longs to travel outward to the stars 
that blink with indifference that I exist. 

With divine hands of my heart I express 
material substance of my mortal flesh 
that blossoms from youth and decays to age 
based on hypnotic chanting of the tree 
that drops ripe fruit into our open hands 
as Earth recycles atoms through our brains. 

With subtle hands of my heart I unwind 
wall tapestry that illustrates my life 
as cosmic herald crowned to save the world 
by guarding garden of the singing tree 
where deathless mother invents ways to talk 
about the strange world of forms our eyes dream. 

With stubborn hands of my heart I unfold 
wings of morning light to bless the world 
with self-indulgent joy that I exist 
though flame of life that glows in me is brief 
when I gaze high at rustling leaves of trees 
that whisper my name as I disappear.