What role does intellect serve
in realms of the soul?
What is it to know
to understand
to be?
and the purpose of answers,
when questions come whispering in the dark—
or Can you be still enough to hear them?
What could it mean
to be humbled
to be consumed
to yield
to such bigness?
How does a closed heart break open
again and again, without ceasing—
even when all signs point to death?
Where does the hard work of love begin
and does it ever end?
finally, and first of all,
When
will you wipe the sleep from your eyes,
will you seek
the heart of the matter,
give in
to the matter of the heart!
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