Born With An Ancient Heart
She was born with an ancient heart
For it would be impossible to begin with the amount of love she kept inside in just one life
She was born with an ancient heart
Honoring it every day
Letting love run through her
Feeling it for herself and then giving it away
She was born with an ancient heart
Offering her to feel deeply to the core
To hold a love like the beauty of a jewel
Bringing all the energy in to feel more and more
She was born with an ancient heart
Which knew what would make love grow
With a deeper knowledge to set fire to a feeling and let the love change shape and flow
She was born with an ancient heart
For her body had a holy beat
It connected her to the rhythm in the sky and on the forest floor so she could connect to everything
She was born an ancient heart
Created by the bond that we hold when we open the door
Trusting someone to know where we have been and where we will go
Setting us free from expectation and judgment’s hold
Making gratitude stir like a wind ready to be set free
She was born with an ancient heart
Knowing to love in the moment she was in
She experienced the ache of pieces of life being taken away so quickly
Knowing that things do not stay for eternity
She was born with an ancient heart
Far from perfect and untouched
Rips and tears, patched and pieced back together
Pieces worn and torn creating texture
Small holes where light would shine and rain would seep in
She was born with an ancient heart
She did not carry it like a prize but had an understanding that she had a force ready to pour from inside
Knowing to hold on would be more painful than to release it and let the magic be known
She was born with an ancient heart
She would never know where this bottomless love came from or why
What existed in her was here
To be moved through
To let other feel what she already knew
To spread this feeling far and wide
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