(no subject)
Awaken the inner pattern
A murmur of self.
A heart between beats
tearing out the pages left and right
of the human letter
in a burning moment
threaded with compassion.
Bound and held tight
in form and fashion.
We'll sift through the ashes
until we find what's true in our hearts and write it there.
For this is what strikes fear in the heart of man.
These are the days that we've made
and the chances that we'll take.
We can't carry this vessel to shore
without an anchor of hope.
A murmur of self.
A heart between beats
tearing out the pages left and right
of the human letter
in a burning moment
threaded with compassion.
Bound and held tight
in form and fashion.
We'll sift through the ashes
until we find what's true in our hearts and write it there.
For this is what strikes fear in the heart of man.
These are the days that we've made
and the chances that we'll take.
We can't carry this vessel to shore
without an anchor of hope.