The String

I have found a hole in the center of the heart

Through which a thread goes, enters and departs

It's fastened in the middle to inside of me

From where it then continues through the heart of everything

So when I get a feeling like a pulling on the chest

I have to ask if that was me or one of the rest

Sometimes it's painful, sometimes just a tap

Sometimes it happens violently and knocks me on my back

When pain is not just mine alone, that's when I know

Somebody's tugging on the string

And when I start shaking, like a tremor in the ground

Or and organ pipe in rank when it's resonating sound

Such a fine emotion of such intensity

Takes a hold, and I know that it can't be only me

Then I guess that someone, maybe far away

Has grown a little tired of the instrument they play

And somehow has discovered that universal thread

And reached out a courageous hand and plucked that chord instead

When life seems like it's only music, then I know

Somebody's playing the string

And sometimes when I stand beneath the sky at night

I take up the slack till the string is tight

And staring at the stars, I take a step or two

And I see them move

I think I see them move

Everything's connected like peas are in a pod

Or beads upon a necklace, decorating God

Going around the rosy, we're all in the ring

Hand in hand, like a strand through the heart of everything