Only From The Heart Can

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

Come Into My Eyes, And Look At Me Through Them, For I Have Chosen A Home Far Beyond What Eyes Can See.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.