"I went inside my heart
to see how it was.
Something there makes me hear
the whole world weeping.
Then I went to every
city and small town,
searching for someone
who could speak wisdom,
but everyone was
complaining about love.
That moaning gave me an idea:
Go back inside
and the find the answer
But I found nothing.

The heart acts as translator between
mystical experience and intelligence.
It has its own inhabitants
who do not talk with
someone just wandering through.
And remember that Muhammed
said of the place in human beings
we call the heart,
This is what I value."


kaleidoscope - corki weeks
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