when the mind can finally accept

that it doesn’t know anything,

and that its purpose is to support,


and translate

the strength,


and truth of the heart—

attention begins turning toward

that magic space inside the chest.

the mind begins listening to the heart.

but what if

the heart doesn’t know how to be in the spotlight?

what if

the heart has been beaten and broken,


too many times to count

over many lifetimes,

and has forgotten

how to speak?

the mind knows it’s not the main act,

and the heart doesn’t want to be.