Sorcery of Heart- beauty of love

A young angelic poet of the 15th century sang this below poem to me while he was dancing in my room at 3:30 am .. it was beautiful the room was filled with pink and purple sparks... it was a beautiful way to wake me and soothe me.

Beauty of Love 

Heart is mischievous never grows up
"To Live will be an awfully big adventure" 

Pick up the old and set it free
Paint the picture and set it free
In this labyrinth of blue skies 
And Eyes will soon be  a beautiful soul shining on thee

The fungal growth has begone too far
With fair weathered friend within punctuation mark
A mark that embarks a soul arisen out of new soul
Don't kill me as I have gone too far
Puncture my heart and let it glow
For this a beautiful labyrinth of the blue heart

Sorcery of the heart does nothing for the Soul 

( Note this poetry is copy right - please don't copy and claim as yours)

Give your heart soon; it will be healed soon
Love 

" Hope" is the thing with feathers

Hope * Reiki = Love and Healing which is the true meaning of the universal creation. I dedicate this poem to myself and everyone who believes in hope or needs a little bit of hope in their lives .

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
It asks for a crumb of me

" Hope" is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
It never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


By Emily Dickson