HEARD=A HERD-

[creativesoul]

THERE WERE MOMENTS WHEN IT SEEMED AS IF HAD NEVER LEFT
at four in the morning- the smell of coffee and vanila
the snakes and lizards
the twins of time
cards all wrapped up in 'poker'

shards of glass from the past
just slide down the oiled body
that had become the only shrine
adorned in nothing
she wet and full of salt and sea

was somebody to me
if the embers of fire
cannot resist your desire
then you are free
being in the center
of the heard
i listen
even to the words coming out of the heart
the ones so few can hear

[the mingo]

folks don't hear because they don't want to hear - for those that do want to, well, there is no end to the feast.

[creativesoul]

vero- art of listening- and the flutter of butterflies in the sunlight-truth