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!

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Lisa Ricci

Date: 4/20/2017 9:18:00 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.