Driver of the heart

shhhhhhh….
there is no hurry,
no thing to be done
no event that was ever
out of order.

You weave this world
like needle and thread,
every action
a divine rhythm

you need not know the rhyme
or reason,

they reveal themselves to you
soon enough.

Take your hands from the reigns
and wade in cool water,

for I am the driver in this
caravan of the heart.

Don’t you know
that nothing was ever required of you?
Do you not yet know
that all of it’s done?

Do not try to understand this.

Just listen to the genius of your
still-point breath.

Bask in the hollow
of this
magnificent strange.

Untie all your knots
and slide into
the river

for it’s here you are
born —

again and again

beguiled, bewildered,
beloved.