_Let gentle be the hands of fate.
As they weave, the cut bound skeins
That our lives relate
Steady, steady the hands
Mechanical wind
Heartbeats in melody
Subtle found within
The ticks of time our lives
continue, thrashing or serene ...
Journal, Poetry, fate, time
The value of silence is paid by listening
By what you hear and feel
Inside the rhythm of the heart speaking softly
In words rising and falling through thistle-down spirals
And the seeds of dandelions dark with intent
Meaning
Lifted by white airy,...
Bonespeaking, Intutuition, Other, Poetry, self reflection, silence