The Heart is a Rocket

The heart is a rocket,

Blasting through space and time

Without a steering wheel,

Controlled by microadjustments

Light years away.

The heart is a comet,

Icy blue and blue hot,

Pulled by the gravity of monoliths,

Distant giants pushing against

The ever-pressing black.

The heart is a shooting star,

A small piece of debris

Suddenly burning bright

And then burning away.

The heart is movement and light,

Moved by what moves,

Love, truth, fairness,

Laws, and the rest of the universe,

Beyond its own control.

The heart is not control,

It is sense, a link, being with,

A center among centers

The sun in a field of stars.