When the heart turns soft and beholds

17Jan11

Like traffic, the busy fumes

of a clogged heart do not

seek solace.

The many earthly loves do not help,

The world in all it offers is

mute,

and it fills none; it

empties.

 

But like key into lock, some

Great Wind,

strange and compelling, strikes you

into a known whirlwind,

strong and solid;

a phenomenon

of epiphany

and it is realised!

It is felt from your depths,

 

This is what the beginning was.

This is what it always will be.

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