This Heart

This heart, This physical, spiritual domain beating us alive relentless like bees to their prized hive, our honey of life, our taste of a free mind on solid ground. Freedom has opened up with honesty from inside, out into the light of our expanded love. a rare thing love is...reflecting? its own truth, rejecting old patterns of disillusioned games, the same confusion that cripples our souls flames. and now i find it has been blown wide open, unable to hide, freeing the magic, intertwined... exposing the feminine and masculine aligned, love is only accepting of what we find. behind these closed curtains we reside in fear, afraid to catch the shear waves of tide... the flow of existence in engaging the now. We face the self through the sublime eyes of others, uncovering a healing miracle of a kind, selfless acts... sincere reflection... an art designed to open our true heart. unbent intent heart expression holding nothing back, for that which we fear is only that which we lack... love is certainly enough as it is