The heart at the core pumping in time with thought, in rhythm with the composer’s wave,
Ventricles drive love, infinitely to cells and atoms, for miles and miles.
Don’t let pressure drive us apart.
Joy and anger an epoxy, held together by the drummer of our own philosophy,
Seeking equilibrium, more consistency, happy should not be episodic.
Doubts of doubts depart.
Tangled notions played out by the orchestra in the cranial theater, unwanted pieces of art.
The intonation of the tribulation, change one’s tune with instruments of mindfulness.
Caress the strings from the heart.
The drummer, the orchestra, and the composer can be coaxed to your own concert.
By Ellis Unchained
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©2020