Listen to your heart
to follow a path that
no one else can see or hear.
That tiny thumping voice
says more than the most
exquisite poem. The
trip-hammering of excitement. The slow plodding of a day’s
exhaustion. The ragged race of grief. The steady thrum that paces
out each step along a path.
Listen to your feeling heart
that speaks in a language
without sound.
“Language is the blood of the soul into which
thoughts run, and out of which they grow.”
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
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