heart language
speaks in tongues we cannot translate its imprecision is its preciseness it stirs pots that mere words cannot touch it weaves what cannot be woven by earthly minds, by logic, and sense do I not make sense to you? good drop your sense so that your heart may listen here you'll find more than the pennies of our logic here you'll find real change a treasure beyond this moment's impermanence; a gift of something timeless *Original poem by Summer Starr - August 2015
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AuthorWild Lotus Living is me, Summer Starr. Here I share my personal musings and resources on my own path of unfolding Archives
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