SENSITIVITY

Updated: Feb 13, 2019

-John McIntosh



Surface noise masks

The essence of Life

The sensitive Heart

Listens


Like the web

Of a spider

The slightest movement

Registers to its sensitivity


The trials of Life

Dull this precious gift

And much of Life

Dances past blinded eyes


The fists clench

Life becomes rigid

Freezing the

Ever-flowing Joy we Are


But Love’s gentle touch

Thaws the frozen Heart

When at last

The cry goes up


I choose to Feel

I choose to Live

I surrender

Show me, open me, Free me


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