Silver Thread

One day I will turn around and see you again. I will be where you are, and it will begin anew. Heart and soul are tethered by a silver thread, though it has been drawn long for this moment.

From beyond even the grave, my heart remains bound to yours, and this love I carry with me until I pass beyond this life into ours.

Cry out into the void and do not forget to bid him or her to open the window as well. Otherwise, the sound will not reach.

Messages tangle and scatter, there are too many numbers, the moon grows dim. The heart fades from silence, the warmth ebbs away ... so what then? Be still. A true heart will come to you.

We do what we do when our hearts are struck deeply and we fall into love ... it becomes an extension of ourselves into that seamless heart-to-heart utterance, some secret way of speaking, or so it seems to us.

We move through life by feeling, and when the heart is moved, we can shift mountains. Higher Love touches us, and we hunger for that kind of love, but to reach it we must often turn away from all else that might lead us astray. These are the whispered messages your heart gives you, and when the noise finally falls silent, then you can hear them.