Quiet Musing On The Ineffable
I built myself a home, and a deep well of inspiration came forth, and my heart healed, inverting from its
brokenness to wholesomeness.
Too much, too little to say, soft-spokenness tends to be the ways we speak, and the stillness in our motion keeps our movement light and our stillness tempered.
More and more, every day, I bear witness to the answers, unfurling out of a darkness swallowed by the light at the bottom of the oceans in our eyes…
I try to describe the indescribable, define the nondescript, yet the languages of the heart express it without words.
Still there is too-much and too-little to say, and so we whisper…
Our quiet musing on the ineffable…