the heart does not limit, we do. if anything, the heart finds ways of defying lists and thoughts and limitations and doubts and .... all the crap that we use to define and judge existence.
the heart is the home of creator - and therefore limitless.
the heart does not create lists - the brain does.
and in this moment, i can hear a few translations of what my brain takes from feeling to thinking:
* if the sky were falling, i would want to lay under it with you - like a sheet floating down to protect us.
* yours is the hope i trust, only because i forgot the sound of mine
* years go by, and yours are still the eyes that light mine up.
* quiet - yes. i, too, crave quiet.
* missing is not a sign of love. love is its own sign - i agree....
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we're all a part of something. we all fit into this world somehow.
thank you martin (via HUGO) for reminding me of that.... there are no extra parts in this divine machine of life.
the heart is the home of creator - and therefore limitless.
the heart does not create lists - the brain does.
and in this moment, i can hear a few translations of what my brain takes from feeling to thinking:
* if the sky were falling, i would want to lay under it with you - like a sheet floating down to protect us.
* yours is the hope i trust, only because i forgot the sound of mine
* years go by, and yours are still the eyes that light mine up.
* quiet - yes. i, too, crave quiet.
* missing is not a sign of love. love is its own sign - i agree....
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we're all a part of something. we all fit into this world somehow.
thank you martin (via HUGO) for reminding me of that.... there are no extra parts in this divine machine of life.
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