The rhythms of the world

Unlike the noise of cars and phones
That makes our hearts unsteady  and solo
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms which are its own

We can tune in to these undertones
Walk in time to music soft and slow
Underneath the noise of cars and phones

When I do that ,I Iive down in my bones
And marrow spreads more goodness in its flow
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms which are its own

The flesh, the bones, the nerves  may sing or moan
What is it that makes us each mellow
Despite the noise of cars and mobile phones

Yet all we are is mortgaged or on loan
Not our houses but our breath that blows
To  the  heart of earth   in rhythmic  poems

We  can co-create with  those who grow
In tune with what all contribute unprobed
Underneath the noise of cars and phones
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms it calls its own