Heartbeat
Heartbeat
It was quiet
So quite that she could hear
The beating of her heart;
The clock ticking in the next room;
The winds knocking at the windows;
The Arabian waves
Rising, crashing and rising again.
And all of a sudden
There was a spring of sounds
The heavens opened their gates
And showered the lands with so much Love
That she could hear the earth
Singing songs of joy
Ecstatic the air played the flute
Silent roofs transformed into drums
Droplets made little Tablas
Out of all the pebbles they touched
And the mud filled with love
Smiled, jumped and danced
With every single drop
All sight was art, all sound was music
Everything was in synchrony
And after that it was quiet again
So quiet that she could hear
The beating
of the heart
That was one and everywhere.
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