i carry your heart in mine
Singular shades and sounds. This is what I am about these days; it’s not heavy, but it’s clamorous within me, like the sound of one cymbal when there should be two. It’s the crash in my head, it startles my heart – shakes me awake, and the treble and tremble travel down to my toes. Yes, right down to the blister on my little toe.
Yes. This is exactly what I am about these days.
…..here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) ~e.e. cummings