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