Words, the small sound that comes from our mouth that can trigger an array of emotion, the written word with its power to tell us a story, some words we want to hear, long to live, and other words we run from and plug our ears.
Where do we hear the miracle? Where do we listen to love? How does kindness spell its name in you? Does your name speak love to others? Are you a word of hope?
I am,
you are,
one in the same.
Open and closed,
strong and weak..
Our hearts beat in
the same language,
why do we hear it
differently?
photo: A handwritten sign on the door of a shop in San Francisco, I had hoped to go in, but found it closed.
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