Attend it close, excluding all

So as to sense and mindfully hear

The cardiac beat of planet Earth

Those pulses soft in depths profound

Life’s vital tattoo, its organic sound

In synchrony to man’s own heart

In star set universal time.

If you would hear, go out of mind

Attend the Earth, embrace its sound

Enfin,-do you mark the base tattoo?

That all may hear and apprehend-

It ticks the steady tune of life

With its eternally measured strikes

That beat, indeed, from babe to crone

And then, from crone to dust, so soft.

My sight is only for your self

And not your lovely eyes or limbs

It is perforce your heart I seek

That beats along with that of mine

Both timed unto that earthly drum.

What I would see and do salute

My planetary heart and earthly self-

The pure, ethereal love of you.

-p.