Who holds the secret code to my heart?
Not stars, though they whisper in silver script;
not time, though it turns every lock I keep;
not seraphs, their wings aflame with living light.
It is He who holds the secret code to my heart~
the One who ‘knit me together,’
the One who numbers my steps and gathers every sigh
as though they were psalms.
The One who searches all things,
It is who He who holds the secret code to my heart~
the One who reads my hidden places
as easily as morning light reads dew.
None of my shadowed chambers are closed to Him,
no locked door beyond His mercy’s reach.
It is He who holds the secret code to my heart~
the quiet sequence only His love imparts.
No earthly throne outshines his sovereign grace;
It is He who knows the fears that pull me apart.
It is He who holds me in his forgiving embrace.
It is He who holds the secret code to my heart~
In my aging heart lies a single code
The one who holds the pass had too grown old
When death angel came, my petals fell from sweet rose
Now heart still aches for love once more to hold
Beyond the gate which now hangs thick ivy
Which weaves magic with its runners quite green
Tells my secrets of grief, loss and spicy
Tidbits that only lovers share between
My code is carved in silence, thought, plus aches
In each season that's passed a turning; heals
Me in love's part, even though heart breaks
Our wedding vows my heart and yours did seal
The garden planted now needs water so
Enter my garden where love gives warm glow
Language is writing your program,
Amplifying the thought system,
So you will get lost within them,
Wondering where they stem from,
Underestimating some,
They come in like a wrecking ball,
Calling on you to fall,
Stalling the ambition engine,
Hiding your intuition,
Within the constant flow,
Throwing you off balance,
Dancing with emotions,
Advancing into a commotion,
An ocean of questions arise,
Improvising life on the fly,
Thoughts will try to divide you,
And some will guide you through,
All of them are not true,
Language has defined your view,
A stew of thought will keep you distraught,
Because you were taught to read,
Needing to feed you their greed,
A seed planted deep in your core,
Before your old enough to implore,
The need to acquire more,
Don't explore the reason why,
Just try to fit in and sit down,
Thoughts staring down nouns,
Students pronounce sounds,
On their training grounds.
Eventually, many centuries have passed
In the hopeless desire to uncover
This hidden pain.
And, in the shower of unpredictable love
The barren land of my restless soul
Will nourish again.
Maybe today or tomorrow, the blank pages
Of the unwritten book will shine
With pearl-like words.
Along with, the doors of unlocked cages,
Locked with a secret code will reopen
For imprisoned birds.
The day is about to come, which is expected in the unexpected world
Perhaps like a fraud.
So, call up all your subdued kith and kins,
To kill that blood soaking trauma
With your sword.
It goes like this...
What us Life? A Mystery?
What are you looking for?
What are all these Strange, Strange things???
For What reasons do we live?
What! Je me demanded Each day
Each hour...
Each minute...
Each second...
An Amazing Response be waiting
Shingles of thoughts, mingles of words
What is It? What is Life?
No! It Is! The Secret Code!!!
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