words from the hearts

what is spoken in words, what truth or lie lay within is heard in the echo that escapes from ones heart through the eyes. I would that love and truth be in every line - from every heart ...

there are however thoughts and intents that are beyond words - we march round, we charge, we tread gently, we plead .. but no words - there are no echoes - in this place there is only emptiness - the emptiness that longs for the bridegroom - he only may enter - to fill it with the sound of the words from his heart.

Trade

Trade one question for another simply a different ride …

Questions for Answers needed an answer question was the answer no question w/o an answer except for those answers that are questions Round and round choose which horse to mount enjoy the ride horses up and down forward and backward horses stationary which to ride on this merry-go-round there are choices on this ride choose – any – no matter on the ride – go no place some rides more enjoyable active others not any sit back and relax or choose another ride …

recipies

recipies begin with a goal stated
often visualized in a picture
then move through the details
onto the 'how-to'
resulting in "voila" !!
the goal realized to be shared and enjoyed!

a lot like a successful "project"

quietness

it is quiet - i am glad for in the quietness - one can hear the whispers that rise from the stillness as it stirs within

evening muse

it is quiet - i am glad for in the quietness - one can hear the whispers that rise from the stillness as it stirs within

the eb, the flow, the touch

Hope is Love’s nearest companion
All things are within its gaze
Knows the truth and believes
No need for a puppeteer
Your heart is held with care
Ransomed by the highest

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Hope takes Faith’s hand
Strengthens it to stand
By Love’s side
All is open to this
The three-fold-cord
The way out of the pit

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Faith teaches the Heart to see
Love that is pure needs time
Secrets it away within to wind
Its way through the darkness
Tilling the ground bringing
Its fruits in their seasons

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Notes ...

The cord that was woven these two became one

Cord round the waist of the garment
Down to the border hem of his garment

Lifting the curtain to new age

she knew

felt round

for them both