Upon Hearing Thy Words

Thy poetic words, so sincerely written, drip like honey into the heart and mind... less an eye or ear be hardened to its speech. When thus we hearken unto these words, the weighing of past deeds blend their voice often engulfing the soul---though go unspoken. In search we are for that kindred one, in word and deed thusly, despairing contentment amidst the cold, confused and broken. Though wretched man and woman’s deeds often hinder, when mixed and mingled with the present. They oftentimes give birth to a more harmonious being……these lessons bought unwisely. Go now, before the blossoms close their ears and night lowers its shades from mankind’s somewhat eager gaze. Speak forth the words that cling within. Let no more thy thoughts be cloaked. Tear out the bramble from the nest of doubt and raise your head to the giving force…. releasing all fear to the knowing source