there is no place like the final truth
Tag spiritual beckoning
there is no place like the final truth
to kiss the muse
we know the heart before we know the self
brittle weeds left untouched
the heart knows
there is a moment of pure remembrance
dwelling in beauty’s shadows
who are we without a noble heart?
contemplative edge of the world
whispers of the loamy heart
rooted in snow light
considering the soul’s purpose
the bliss of forgetting our stories
saving one heart at a time
who knows the sinking of the heart?