The Human Heart

I am intoxicated by the process of the human heart And how it attaches it's self to one memory and not another And how it instinctively knows what the mind must learn The heart must move between dimensions Without questioning the absents of space and time While the mind depends on memory banks and index cards The heart is a fearless thing That knows love is the answer to most of our questions If not all of them And love the heart knows is the corner stone of all our accomplishments The Grand Emotion that makes life worth living