Speech is cheap.
Silence is gold.
So we are told.

And yet many advice,
But in practice they lie.
Empty words,
Empty minds.

God's language in silence you'll find.
Peace and serenity, for God speaks with sincerity.

Even a fool may seem wise when quiet. For silence is golden. A speech so powerful, it can never be stolen.

Soul washing
Is entirely different
One doesn't need
Any guidelines
Not any rituals
Not any sacrament
Not any particular time
Not any change of clothes
Not distinct air to inhale
Not any price to pay
Not the holi water
No, nothing
As such

Touching lives
Just stay human
Always

The two become one, Thoughts and words in a rhythemical display of Love.
Even in our fallen state, we can ascend to heights through the power of Love, for Love is a power unto itself. If we seek to transform the world, our eyes must look beyond the veil, and our hands and hearts must become the very instruments of a "Love Supreme" like John Coltrane, our humanity towards one another is a music that reaches into the Throne room of The Heavens.

From our Eyes, below to that which is above, may our words and actions reignite the forged fires of the Soul. Let the words of our mouth Spiritually be of medicinal use to "The Soul of The World".
It is our charge to keep, and a calling that we all must answer at some point in our lives to provoke change in the powerful name of Love.

There is a greatness in beyond the chaos we see. No longer do have to accept that our fate is that of hate, despair, and disrepair. The human spirit was not forged with complacency, but a tenacious expectancy with a hope breaks down barriors like the "Wall of Jericho" and the Berlin Wall.

We are the Hands of God. And via the hope filled lines of poetry, we can write into history a New Genesis. With the consensus that the human condition is made well by the infallible touch of the heart.
It is my fervrent prayer that we remember Love like the air we breathe, and we extend Grace and Mercy one to the other forming a bond that is not easily shattered by divisions that corrupt our spiritual eye sight. There is nothing greater than the Lazarus affect of a resurrected Love.

A Love Untold, yet Unfolding in the symmetrical lines of poetry. From my mind, heart and hand, may we see through each others Eyes that a Life of Love is Sublime.

Kevin Mitchell..

"I want to meet you
in a place,
Beyond the fabric of
Time and space,
A place where there's
No right or wrong,
A place where we sing
The melody of our own,
A place that is known
Only to our ears"