I have found a hole in the center of the heart Through which a thread goes, enters and departs It s fastened in the middle to inside of me From where it then continues through the heart of everything So when I get a feeling like a pulling on the chest I have to ask if that was me or one of the rest Sometimes it s painful, sometimes just a tap Sometimes it happens violently and knocks me on my back When pain is not just mine alone, that s when I know Somebody s tugging on the string And when I start shaking, like a tremor in the ground Or and organ pipe in rank when it s resonating sound Such a fine emotion of such intensity Takes a hold, and I know that it can t be only me Then I guess that someone, maybe far away Has grown a little tired of the instrument they play And somehow has discovered that universal thread And reached out a courageous hand and plucked that chord instead When life seems like it s only music, then I know Somebody s playing the string And sometimes when I stand beneath the sky at night I take up the slack till the string is tight And staring at the stars, I take a step or two And I see them move I think I see them move Everything s connected like peas are in a pod Or beads upon a necklace, decorating God Going around the rosy, we re all in the ring Hand in hand, like a strand through the heart of everything