The Hamlet Project

Perhaps those super enlightened yogis
Can pause their hearts
Like a film stilled on an image.
Perhaps they can whisper to their hearts
To still, for a moment,
So that reason might sneak in,
Slow the heat rising
Slow the blood, beginning to boil –
Halt the heave before the heart
Rises up to their throats.
On the other hand, most yogis
Sit, in stillness, in a cave.
Those things that make a heart heave
Or the blood boil
Or the pulse quicken
Retreat to the inside
Toward a general stillness.
It may be fruitless for me to ask my heart to hold
But I like the dialogue – the relationship between me and my unruly
Unmanageable, uncontrollable heart.