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Thursday, 20 September 2012

Heart Beat

I ask of you, look after my heart, please kind being.  I am only starting to get to know about its capability, that I am in awe if its’ potential and its great power to hold the capability of offering an eternity.  I will say again, please look after my heart, and please kind being take heed of what task is at hand.

I see my first definition of virtue being defined in my discovery of this chest piece that keeps my organs at bay.  This instrument that keeps a pound in its own defined frequency carries the power that every king commends- valor, authority and an ever growing wisdom- sees me humbled in the grace that I am kept alive by something that is but a fraction of my imagination.  I think that wits and bravery fall short of capability in light and comparison of what this fragile, unique instrument can do and what it is already doing.  My ability to grasp that inspiration comes in all forms comes from you, who I see, as more than just a part of every beings existence, more than just a piece of anatomy, more than just a formula found to our ability to think and act to what our surroundings expect us to be.

The matter grey that is said to be the field where we consider and decide what is and what is not, is set to contrast what we know feel in this fragment that makes us what we are.  It is constant, repetitive in its tone, sonorous when we zone out into that space we consider not reflective to our natural being that is evident in our expression.  We feel a touch of heaven in that escape that liberates us from the conscious for just a brief moment.   The very thread of my knowledge transcends from the root of what has happened and what still transpires in my heart.  Beat.  Increase momentum, stretch my sternum and shatter the records set in the breach in the space and time continuum.  Beat faster.  A clash of stimulations allows confusion to arise, causing an unfamiliar source of infliction to rest in this chamber of council that resides in all of us in one form, defined as many, it can only be as known as the propeller, the sole proprietor of breath in our lungs.   I have paid reference in many situations by my source, Who resides within my known source, to be, my heart, and to hold the affirmation to my decisive power, whose will can go far beyond what it has already experienced.  What we all implore is that fact that gender culture and creed has nothing to do with its capabilities, if anything it carries the potential to fully enhance its strength to what we have boiled it down to, CHARACTER.

In our nature, it is possible to weave destruction in an untamed tongue, which by scripture is the overflow of the heart.  In the same light we are able to carve models and heroes by an equal overflow. .  I will say again, please look after my heart, and please kind being take heed of what task is at hand. 

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