When willful we think
that truth moves from
our head to our heart
to our hands
But bent by life
it becomes clear that
love moves the other way:
from our hands to our heart
to our head
Mark
Nepo
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When my love grows
so we think
when my love is perfected
so we think
then will I be able to love
then will my words
my actions
reflect my passion
but it is the cat I pet that I love
it is the horse I feed alfalfa treats
who nuzzles me and opens my heart
it is the person I listen to
it is the one I reach out to in compassion
who opens my heart
the way the sun
opens the petals
of the rain closed flower
if I wait for head and heart to engage
before I act in love
my heart remains forever closed
a stone
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