At the start
understanding comes easy
to my head, and I comprehend things,
dissecting them into their smallest components.
But the heart is another matter.
Things aren’t really real,
not to me,
and without that wholeness
only heart-knowing imparts, I’m lost.
The rush of blood must follow the spark of logic,
igniting the special alchemy
which yields the sought for truth,
in the end.
Our Safe Place by Gina Morely. See more of her
art at her blog, Daydream Believer.
Song Choice: Clearest Blue by Chvrches