From Fear to the Heart

If the fear of Man continues to cut its way into his chest, again and again,
it’s because he got used to not being around his home,

The center of the wheel,
of consciousness,
the oasis-heart,
the regenerating source

By osmosis, it feeds there, regenerates
far from it, he wastes away, without understanding,
the origin of its destructive emulsion.

The man who, in his life, attended the center may be able to remember it
when fear unexpectedly comes to freeze his diaphragm
He will extend his arm in the right direction.

Already in the distance, the call of osmosis begins its great work,
The return is direct,
Even gone far away for years, instantly,
we can come back.

Distance and duration,
In the center,
Have no meaning.

©FJ June 2024
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