What if?

So many wasted years,
learning to use, control the brain,
mold it, bend it, brainwash, praise and strain it.

To work and work it,
hit it against the wall until the obstacle breaks,

Brute strength.

The coldness of its cement, ‘crisp and clear’ they say,
but it led my spirit into fear.

Fear of my heart becoming personified wonder and intimate singing,
Fear of my body and its wild yearnings, its dancing from one act to the next dreaming.

If only they told me to listen to all of these parts,
to have faith in this trinity within.

The union of mind, heart and body,
is like a well strung guitar, with the right tuning of chords and cadence, of strumming and the elegance of wood that glistens and gleams against the golden, glimmer of the strings.

Hear it vibrate. Hear it sing.
For it is not the guitar,
but the divine within.

Hear her holding you, molding you, loving you, all of you.

The wood, the strings and the music…

The mind, the body, the heart…

Beating with melodies, soaking in the world’s core,
a sponge that takes on beauty, nothing less, nothing more.

Come into this vulnerability,
of not one but of three.

Let it all speak, sing and think,
the truth of divine trinity.