Here in the soft dark,here in the center of everything,
here where the paths the heartbeat travels cross,
here is where you are,
here the numinous you;
the breathing silence,
the knowing sideways look at nobody,
the closed eye and the open eye,
the breath that is not quite laughter;
here is who you are and what,
the ecstatic celebration of all you are,
an abstract definition made flesh:
a map of the heart.