The Agitated Heart (a poem)

I wake up to the arrhythmic beats of the unknown.

What I see and what I feel are all the seeds I’ve sown.

As I approach the Absolute, my heart-pains begin to swell.

I am reminded again and again that this life is not Hell.

When the pain is hard to bear, you have to save your health.

When the heart is agitated, you come to know yourself.

The enlightened person does not repress their pain.

The heart has many demons, and all must be slain.

I pray to the Lord that my heart will be reborn.

I will have no more manipulative self-scorn.

I have come to know light and darkness as one.

Now my heart’s agitation is all but done.

Thank you.