There is a place in the stillness
A quiet place where you can hear the heart
This night it spoke about its pain
Not an easy place to sit
Its like meditating while a cobra sinks its fangs into your chest
The snake whats to give you the gift of kundalini energy
Heart contracting as its pierced
Bringing your attention to poisons left before
Like a 100 leeches blood letting the residue left behind
Careless words and actions that stained the insides of your Cathedral
The pipe organ playing a beautifully haunting tone
While new improved murals are painted
While the floors are swept and cleaned
While the heart drips blood as it cries
While the Spirit sings its songs
A lone monk playing a flute on a mountain top
You can hear a faint trail of music but can’t place where its coming from
Of you pay attention the heart will leave a trail of bread crumbs
Its up to you if you have the courage to follow the path
Like a Deadly Sinband voyage, its not with out perils
But a wounded Heart has gifts to give

(c) Jack Roman