
sometimes,
the words just come
forward, flowing
through my heart, and
head, and
onto the page you’ve read
and, at other times,
it’s as if the page
you’ve read,
has never been said…
contemplations like these,
remind me
of the love we feel,
easy, coming, and going,
like the seasons,
as we continue running…
here, and then gone,
a whisper,
soft and kindled
with love and care,
we wonder
where they’ve always been, and
foundered, yes,
at times, still
try as we might,
forcing the issue
will only lead
to more isolation,
frustration,
and eager anticipation…
yet,
when we can
reside in the heart,
and realize the words, and love,
will come in their time,
just like we’ve always
understood they would
we create
a new space,
filled with light,
and faith in growing,
because we’ve been showing
our heart
to the world, and
as we slow down,
and recognize this proof,
we become one
with our hearts inner truth
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