Storytelling

In the garden of the heart
Left edge of the left ventricle
A gardenia flower full of utter simplicity
Barely noticeable among the exotic
Who kisses its shivering dew while inhaling its transparency
Is to undergo a Near Death Experience
Where the revealed becomes an integral part of being
Pulsating the awakening of divinity within
Not of swords and conquered battles that of Greek deity
But of the shared shade and its mercy spreading into wider spirals
The interlacing of breaths bridging Earth to Lyra for inner music
How the Cello is hugged and left fingertips press rhythmically
The other palm caressing tediously the ache out
To be transmuted into million stars gifting hope to all
In the garden of the heart
Left edge of left ventricle