Spring birds sing:“AwakenAwakenAwaken dear heart.”
Oh my heart—a wall too high to scale.
Emotional brick by emotional brick.The heart builds its wall.
Oh heartyou vulnerable bubble of love.
We have a soul compasswith us at all times.It’s right in the middle of our chest.Follow it always.
If I could go back to all the timesmy heart said, “No,” but I choseto let my brain override it.If only.
There is no one more radiant and beautifulthan someone with a heart that’s open.
I think our mindsare the evil part of us.
We spend so much time in our thoughtswondering why we are here,when if we tuned into our heartswe might actually hear the answer.
Our hearts don’t tell us to kill
to harm
to fear
to hate.
Our minds tell us that.
