My heart holds no words for you
for
They are so
Minute,
To small.
A word cannot envelope nor embody
Love
Nor can my heart hold this vastness,
This infinity.
The power in every beat,
Every thump of my heart
Resonates
To the farthest galaxy
In the dark
Dancing and vibrating
Within atoms themselves,
For even they know our names.
Yet it is not of anywhere perceivable.
As our feet step upon this ancient earth
Feel the vibrations. Hear the beat.
And on and on we go.
We know.
If one is not happiest for the tiniest of things
Then ones gratefulness for the big things will have no roots to hold happiness.
Depth.
And to realize we are all participants
In the illustrious cracking;
Opening,
Awakening to the realization that every soul
Is a gift in the message.
Close your eyes and you will see.
Driving past the graveyard today;
cars lining the road ,
hands held and heads bowed.
They are all
standing around a fresh grave wishing
The deceased had just one more day,
Just one more day.
And I don’t want to leave this world with hate and discord as my legacy.
Nothing but love with every breath,
with every touch,
with every thought;
that’s all
that’s all.
Hate and spite or love and compassion;
One must choose or keep oneself divided in two;
Therefore dividing the world in which one abides
And all else.
Heal oneself or remain content with discontent within
For you are the creator and reactor.
Bring yourself wholly home to love;
Peace.
One must release these ideas, these boundaries;
Just as one cannot measure love
One cannot measure the suffering of
Another soul.
And therein lies the division.
We think we can measure these words with Our eyes and minds,
Separating this soul from that
Further and further until we can no longer hear nor sense these intangible energies through the barriers.
Love and suffering. Beautifully human we are.
Listen. Listen deeper. Breathe and settle into depths unexplained.
Let go these hierarchical measurements and see the soul.
The head and the heart communicate.
In stillness the soul whispers
Making sense of it all if one chooses to listen;
Discernment.
The power of love is not
Exclusive
Nor is it a secret.
All have access.
The head and the heart communicate,
In stillness whispers the soul
Making sense of it all when one chooses to listen;
Discernment.
We are all
Travelers
Traveling through the
Experience;
Awakening.
Chole Into Diamonds 