This piece is called,
Artist Heart.
It inspired the theme for this meditation channel,
And I want to thank you,
Dear heart and kindred one,
For listening.
Artist Heart.
Your heart is the heart of an artist.
Your heart is the beating of eternity.
At heart you are a creator.
At heart you are a maker of worlds.
At heart you are the maker of a world,
Your world.
Your heart was born of the one heart,
And your heart will die to the one heart one day.
Until then it is born anew continually and dies again and again in renewal.
It is an imperial muscle your heart,
Possessed of no purpose but to beat and to keep the beat,
Keep the beat.
Sometimes it skips,
Sometimes it flutters,
Sometimes it feels to itself as if it had stopped for a second in eternity.
It is at the center of your fire,
Your oxygen,
Your breath,
There in the hearth of your feeling you find it beating and beating and beating.
It has no condition.
It is the one sure thing you can rely on.
All else may change and move and end and leave and begin anew.
Your heart is with you,
Always with you.
First it was a beacon that signaled to all who already existed here that you'd be coming,
That you would soon be born.
It is your gatekeeper,
Your heart.
It's been with you all the way,
Every day since that day.
It is you,
The seat of your consciousness.
It is the calm steady pulse of life when you rest.
And the swift labored pulse of life when you climb,
When you lift,
When you run,
Dance and when you fly.
It is the electric idea from the hand of fate that lets you know here is where you fall in love.
Here is where you flee with fear tucked under your wing.
Here is where you arrive with doubt bowing its surrender by the door.
It is everything first and last.
It is purity and simplicity.
It is pressure and estrangement.
It is fullness and abandon.
It is everything you make it and nothing but the truth.
No matter how well you hide it,
Disguise it,
Close it,
Break it,
It is unwavering.
Your heart needs you not.
You may attune to it.
You may follow it.
You may ignore it.
You may disobey it.
It's all the same.
All the same.
Just like the source from which it is forged,
It is of time and of no time.
It is of now and not of now and yet always,
Always yours.
There in the room of you,
You will find it beating,
Breathing,
Keeping you alive and feeding of the life you give it.
No conditions,
Any life you give it,
Any life at all.
I invite you now to repeat with me aloud or to yourself.
At heart,
I am a creator.
At heart,
I am a maker of worlds.
At heart,
I am the maker of my world.
At heart,
I am entwined with all other beings and creatures and all makers of worlds.
At heart,
We are one and one world.
My heart is the heart of an artist.
My heart is the beating of eternity.
