I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 October 2016

What Kills the Heart

What kills the heart is the lie uncovered,
exposing a different truth to your eyes.
Everything you had thought is other.

You would rather not be so newly wise,
but once you have seen, you cannot devise
any way to twist your perception back
to the old, taken-for-granted world view.

Suddenly you are walking a new track,
unknown, unmapped. There is nothing to do
but journey on, inside this cold new you.


  1. Oh, this is it exactly. Perfectly expressed, Rosemary.

  2. There is nothing to do
    but journey on, inside
    this cold new you

    Elements do take advantage when one is distracted. One should not be bogged down but to proceed as intended. Good advice Rosemary!


  3. lovely expressions
    each edge of life is to be celebrated through learning the divine truth of existence