thoughts are the language of the brain.
emotions are the language of the heart.
we have needs to break the habit of speak
but still being deeply of oneself to say.
temporality is an awareness plague
of our minds,
ever the flash-flood
over emotionally sacred lands.
what is native
after all of these experiential years?
a language of inner sanctuary is lost
as the means.
how to say with eyes,
spoken from the heart.
for no mouth
would have any sense to convey.
pride has taken up the stance as memory.
knowhow has humble methods of display.
life itself has become a sign language,
where comprehension has a soul quality
to affirm.
inner life has become our primary land,
as prairies of the heart that we all wander.
sustenance is in the meager
but gladly shared.
we all have birds as our spirit animals,
some that migrate yearly
while others that year-round stay.
now our sacred land is a consciousness.
we are a tribe in the keeping of that.
we continue the journey
to become of the one heart.
for whatever dimensions that come our way,
receptive is forthcoming
and reverence is our embrace.
know of us loudly,
by the silent presence of our display . . .
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