What is your heart made of?
Where does it roam?
What does it allow in?
What is its weakness?
Who or what cracked it open?
What did it smell like then?
Did it make a sound?
When it stops beating what creatures will emerge from it?
And what will they do in the world?
Stunning and introspective challenge this week Ren! I shall mull ideas over – and let them cook in the creative oven until they grab my attention like a blaring kitchen timer and declare themselves done! Looking forward to sharing the feast here…
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Where Does the Heart Live
Look the wise say
hearts are buried deep within
but it’s not by turning inward
that I find its steady beat
I feel my heart’s thrum all ‘round
when running in the forest dark
or admiring the vistas
on cliff above the sea
The earth is where my heart lives
No! – Tis the earth, the sea, the sky
I know that when I fall asleep
To the very stars does my heart fly
I haven’t answered Ren’s question
Of where my heart does abide
But if you pause to listen
You’ll hear it beat far and wide
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