This goes along with something I posted a few days ago.
[Words of My Heart]
What are words anyway, if they are not abstract in themselves? For this they are.
My words, to the analytical mind, are not impossible to understand. The meaning is hidden in plain sight. Yet not hidden. They are seen by the eyes of the soul and heard with the ears of the heart. The reason for this, is because that is the place from which they arise. It is their true home.
So, as we ourselves might understand the term 'earth bound misfit', this is also true of the stirrings within my heart and spirit. Their aches and pains. Their triumphs and pleasures.
If my spirit is of another place and time, why not so with the words of that spirit that is within me. Or no... not within me, but that which I am?
Rachelle LeCount
January 2012
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