Heartsong, heart's dance

In silence, every song that’s sung
is as a wheatgrain in the hand;
known in wonder, love and awe;
its essence more than human sound;

in stillness, every joyful dance
is summed as if in perfect prayer;
though every muscle yearns to praise,
unmoving; more than mind in air;

silence sings and stillness dances
in the freedom of the heart;
self, content to be the watcher;
loving each and every part.