Listen to Your Heart-A Poem

I haven’t tried to write poetry in a long, long time, but when this appeared at the door, so to speak, I let it in.  I hope you find it helpful. And, I hope it’s poetry!

Listen to Your Heart

One says: “There is nothing to practice. Just be.
Let your true nature emerge.
Don’t disturb your mind with seeking.”

Another says: “Strive earnestly!
From striving comes wisdom;
from not striving, wisdom’s end.
Knowing these two courses,
conduct yourself so that wisdom will grow.”

Two views—grasping at either,
I sink like a stone in an ocean of suffering,
I drown in perplexity.

Practice? Don’t practice?
Just be? Awaken?
Follow the Path? Find the pathless path?

Who are these gurus, sages, and wise ones,
Who speaks with such authority
about a heart they do not know
and a life they have not lived?

Sickened by views,
tired of intellectual wrangling,
I stop—sit, and grow quiet.
Following the breath’s ebb and flow,
seeing thoughts rise and fall,
I let go
all movement stops.
I touch my deepest heart,
which has always known the way.

Then, a feeling, like going home, arises,
once again there is clarity
once again there is love
once again there is wisdom, smiling.

the way is clear:
the truth has never been either this
or that
Has never been between
doing or not doing,
striving or not striving,
between halting or struggling,
between effort and being,
between aspiration or acceptance.

In this moment, now, all polarities dissolve
I see what to do, and just do it
and this doing is also I am, just being.
Seeking or not seeking—does not apply!
Being or doing—does not apply!
Striving or accepting—does not apply!
There is just, this.

And now, I see the sages and wise ones smiling,
their authority has utterly fallen away—
all views lie at their feet like rags.
They were, after all,
only fingers pointing at the moon
they did not know truth as a view to cling to
nor was their pointing without truthful direction.

This day is
this moment is
both gift and opportunity,
both play, and a great work.
Cling to either view
and the heart grows cold—
diligent action becomes futile,
and play becomes meaningless.

Listen to your heart.
It has always known the way.
It has always known what to be and do.

© Steve Goodheart


About Steven Goodheart

"I have made a ceaseless effort not to ridicule, not to bewail, not to scorn human actions, but to understand them." Spinoza

4 Responses to “Listen to Your Heart-A Poem”

  1. Love your beautiful poem!! Just posted it to my facebook page “The Garden Of Pensiveness”. This is a community page where I share words and images I love and in doing so hope to inspire others too! Thank you for this wonderful poem to share!!

  2. I listen to my heart, which is your heart, which is….
    Thanks always for the reminders.

  3. You, my man, have a heluva lot of “heart.”

    Thanks for sharing this poetry. Its universal message hits right at home.

    michael j

    • Thank you, dear micahel j! I see your heart, too, in all your posts and in your great outpourings from that sacred place, with nothing the heart can feel or see denied.

      Thanks for stopping by, my friend.

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