Pouring out

There's a secret place within my heart where the source of the river resides.

Nobody believes me when I speak of it

Yet it is undenyable, this love pouring out,

if you look me in the eyes.

In silence I listen to a voice beyond reason.

I taste a wine that goes beyond the senses.

Any reasonable person would consider me nonsense.

Yet this mystery is undenyable

if you saw me laugh and dance

with no head, and my heart pouring out.

It is by dancing in the mystery

that others catch a glimpse of it,

through me.

Not by language, ideas, or description.

The only way to know this,

is to BE this.

Pouring out.

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