I shall never be able to say
\nwhat really matters.
\nI know only what my heart knows,
\nand it refuses to release the words.
\nNot that it is different from myself,
\nbut do we own everything
\nthat we are?
\nDoes the workaday deserve
\nwhat is rare or extraordinary in us?
\nCan one pray to the public?
\nMake love in a stadium?
\nTell a child the secrets
\nof grass and trees?
\nTouch the bark of an oak
\nand explain the softness of a hand?
\nIt is impossible.<\/p>\n
The language of the soul travels light years.
\nIt comes from the seed
\nof forever\u2019s beginning.
\nIt looks at the world and tells the eyes,
\nthis is the garden of all becoming,
\nthe valley of all journeys,
\nso I shall be quiet.
\nI will love,
\naware of an infinite source.
\nI will know,
\nbut have no words to tell you
\nwhat I know.
\nI will love you,
\nwith a heart that is flying.
\nI will simply walk through the day
\nand follow you with my eyes,
\nloving you,
\nand not explaining,
\npassing the time of day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I shall never be able to say what really matters. I know only what my heart knows, and it refuses to release the words. Not…<\/p>\n