Let’s talk matters of the heart.
A striking paradox. A gorgeous contradiction.
Hard and Soft.
Dark and Light.
Fragile and Strong.
Timid and Brave.
Leaden and Lithe.
Tethered and Wild.
Each a fractal. Mosaic. Part of a whole.
A force resolute with the spunk of a rebel.
So let’s acknowledge the shadows and summon the flames.
The murk and the mess. The gleam and the grace.
They all beat together. They all have a place.
There’s beauty. Creativity. And transparency too.
It lives just inside, gasping for a breakthrough.
Let’s feel it. Not fear it. Let’s uncage it for flight.
The heart pants for freedom. Clamors for the heights.
It wasn’t meant to be fettered and snared.
The heart is wired to cavort in midair.
It’s poetic but doesn’t rhyme.
It’s musical but sings off-key.
It’s artistic but smears the canvas.
And within that enigma, you’ll forever find magic.
So accept the absurdities. Don’t scorn the complexities.
Because the heart was made fearless. Stamped for eternity.