Listen to your heart
as it was a river,
a generous stream
holding flowers for you
from the highest mountains.

You don't know
where is that water from
now flowing in its current.
You don't know where it goes
while it's bravely running.

Made of rain
clouds and sun,
and many other things
met in an endless time,
in an infinite space.

No beginning, no end
has your heart.
Brings joy and smiles
embraces and heat,
tears, like flowered blossoms.

You cannot stop it:
everywhere its source.
The deepest names,
are its true voice.
It's endless rivers:
Listen to it,
as it was the sea.