A poem by E.
E.
Cummings I carry your heart with me.
I carry it in my heart.
I am never without it.
And anywhere I go,
You go,
My dear.
And whatever is done by only me is your doing,
My darling.
No fate,
For you are my fate,
My sweet.
I want no world,
For beautiful you are my world,
My true.
And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant.
And whatever a sun will always sing is you.
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root,
And the bud of the bud,
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life,
Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart.
I carry it in my heart.
May you always know that your heart is carried in the heart of the divine,
That you are precious and important.
May you always know that you are connected to the seed of life.
Know that your heart is carried in the heart of the mystery that surrounds us all.
Each of you is important in this world.
It would not be whole without you.
May you carry this in your heart.
Have a beautiful day.
Namaste.
