The Heart Knows a Secret
The rain guides my thoughts downstream. Closer to the sea, the mind tastes like a dream.
A kind of fuzziness makes the transparency clear. All things bleed into each other.
And all this otherness is born from the same ground.
I can see the blooming of a luminous mystery and feel its roots entwined with mine.
The heart knows a secret the mind can’t grasp. A poem that’ll always remain unwritten.
A kind of fuzziness makes the transparency clear. All things bleed into each other.
And all this otherness is born from the same ground.
I can see the blooming of a luminous mystery and feel its roots entwined with mine.
The heart knows a secret the mind can’t grasp. A poem that’ll always remain unwritten.
