my heart doesn't hear words...
it hears
the spaces that exist in between
the words we speak,
in what is not said,
in that land of possibility
that exists
in the places in between...
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(Update: this blog documented in words a journey, a transition into a new place of being...don't say you weren't warned...)
1 comment:
I hear those at times, usually when they allow fear to creep in, or allow me to blame myself for something.
May all your spaces be good ones!
alan
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