The Instrument Poem by hema thasapalan

just the instrument,
the fingers that kill the keyboard,
the hand the holds the pen
the mind that knows what to write
the soul that found the right match of life
another half that knows your life
we are all an instrument
knowingly and unknowing we can
allow or block divine love
to flow through us
showing love to another person
typing inspiring words
writing a beautiful book
playing an instrument that creates heavenly music
singing a song that reforms a soul
we are that instrument whether we choose to accept or deny
each one of us is as we are divine beings
if we choose to belief
we choose to take the right path
we make the world a better place
just by being true to our heart
heaven is not in space,
above in the clouds
it is here in earth
right inside our hearts
its right here when you find your love
when you show compassion to another