The words in my heart
The words in my head
They are the music I hear
The music I sing.
I hear these words no different than this …
And words of others
Find a way to my heart
Find the path to my head
And make their home in me.
Words like this are now a part of me for ever …
The notes and arrangements
Are words I never knew I had
The sense and the sight, the scent and the sigh
They were not mine – but now they are.
This makes sense and sight and scent and sigh …
So as you read these words of GSHJ, of sense and no sense, of scent and no scent at all, of something or nothing … If they do not speak your sense ask me not to make them fit. Ask me not how and why they sit.
They sit in me, they fit in me, this GSHJ and I.
If they fit you not … Let them go.
But before you do …
What if you “allowed” your language to be still.
What if you allowed the music to take you.
What if we each allowed a new scent to become a familiar scent.
What if we were not so quick to judge.
So quick to dismiss.
So quick to despise.
What then might take place …