Heart, have you not sat
At the feet of other hearts?
Do you not know the pain
We all bear a part, our share
Or more, gilded to our golden tenderness
If you have suffered, know this:
To become more sensitive is a gift
To possess new vision for compassion
And more pearls for empathy’s sincerity
Heart, without your scales of highs and lows
Who would we be? Just another
Organized machine, artificial winner of what?
But Heart, don’t wander too long
Out in the market full of exotic perfumes
But focus on one intoxication, one purpose
That your secret parts might come to fruition
And you art of miracles, might manifest
Something genuine from your humble services.
Wuji Seshat 