The Heart

when the mind is taken hostage
when the priests and professors outrage
something throbs with truth deep in the heart

when what you feel is as real as the devil
when the unreal is truth because of what i feel
facts and faith frolic in the silences of the heart

love of any kind bypasses the mind
loving with all that's within is but to bypass the skin
hail organ of four mansions and never-ending art

(c) Recycled from a 2005 publication. New & Improved, I hope. Shalom!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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April 20, 2017 at 9:18 AM
Good Morning Anil. My goodness. Have a seat and let me ramble. I can so relate to your words and line by line. Anyone who has been through life experiences will understand your thoughts. None of us escape life. In my opinion you have expressed them well and with truth. Yes, the heart can be silent when the mind is a hostage. So very true. When the mind is in that state of mind the heart is left cold and immobile. Well done entirely and completely in my opinion.
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