There is a secret in every object of one’s attention,
at any given time, always.
You know you’ve tasted it vibrating in you
when there was no option but to take it in completely;
because you were so undoubtedly grounded in the present moment.
You inevitably, almost inadvertently, sucked all its juice,
and instinctively knew it had a name that couldn’t be pronounced, only felt;
sensed by the very wave of your heartbeat.
Heart’s eye
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