i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful, you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

This is a poem by E.E. Cummings...
*sigh* just sharing...

How lovely is the portrayal of Love.

-JB

Smoke has Substance as it rises from a Fire, just before it blends into the Air…

She begins… then understands that her finishing lines for every race are her starting points.
She walks down the roads of her life, meets different circumstances that enhance her beliefs, teaching her new things about herself.
She evolves.
She grows.
It is not a process, it is a journey. Like a nightmare that becomes a sweet dream, and then a nightmare again. She wanted to find easier paths – without the rocks that gave her blisters, but this is what the universe had planned for her - for her to BE this way, and this way alone.
As she met so many stories along the way she kept the tune in her heart playing and her mind danced to it. She can be so many things – a mother, a daughter, a teacher, a child, a girl, a woman; she can be a war, she can find peace; she likes to remember, she cannot forget; she plays a relay race with herself – running back and forth between dreams, realities, ideas, and needs…
She owns the paints, holds the brush, and the canvas belongs to her too. She will show you how she sees the perfect. Pay attention - you'll see all her colours in black and white.

- JB