Meditations on the Anahata Chakra
Meditations on the Anahata Chakra 9 here of all places at the heart a doubt creeps in what does it mean to be muttering Sanskrit tonight in the dark in Buffalo twists and turns of the body the body knows as right feels the truth of what opens there but the mind did I? when was is there awe? some rare winter nights when the body knows it stands on the edge of everywhere and nowhere at once feels it and gravity forgets itself or sometimes when a child in a self-contained classroom speaks in poetry— I am trying to hold something real heavy and it is my heart— or when watching—accidentally— almost anything more closely than is wise: a bowl of batter a scratch on the table a cat maybe I should erase this whole idea turn back start over take nothing for granted I keep blowing into this tube to make whatever it is inside rise but between breaths it falls back again I am trying to hold something real light here and it is my heart Sherry Robbins, from Pilgrimage
Sherry Robbins 