The language of the heart

To write with poetry is to distract the mind, so that the heart may listen.  For the heart knows the Truth that the mind would corrupt. 

The mind would create gods of words, of collections of words, of ideas.  While the heart, the heart would fly free on the truth of the song.

In your heart resides your truth.  Your knowing.  It is pictures, ideas, 'knowingness'; for the heart paints in the language of freedom, while the mind peddles fear. 

Let the songs of your imagination, the seeds of your idle daydreams feed your heartbeat.  Allow the images to float through your heart, to filter through your mind, and distill your purity.

You are separated not by the body, but by the mind.  Beyond the logic of the mind, is the Universal song of the heart.  The poetry of life.