Great Warmth of a Curious Heart
Lurking in the natural world
there are sentences, still unspoken
always waiting to be written
frozen in time
waiting for the great warmth
of a curious heart
Haunting at the edges of the living world
are spirits of the unspoken connectivity in people
dead and alive, the as-yet unborn
caught between planes
waiting for the flashlight beam
of a curious heart
There is an untapped seem of precious understanding
running through the foundation of all things
reverberating in the soulful moments
ringing just loud enough
to be heard by the ears
of a curious heart
Melt me
shine upon me
hear me
with your curious heart…
Alison Mary Dunn
Mon 24th Dec 2012 12:06
I love this so much Thom. So on behalf of the 'spirits of the unspoken' I give thanks to your curious heart.
Admiringly
Ally
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