the book of the heart
has no words
it is a song
filling my solitude,
flies across prisons,
opens doors,
gives a scent of hope
to the night of the soul
the book of sadness
knows no fear
but worry
and grief
the book of love
knows nothing
but the embrace
of all what is.
the book of the heart
knows no words,
it leads you home
wherever you are.
note:
though we are weak
and our shell is fragile,
we are strong at heart
and courage is the sail
by which the wind of love
will take us
where we need to be.
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