Clearing one’s heart, of cluttering thoughts. Spring cleaning, birds singing, seasons casting its clouded moments. Cluttered moments, leaves a heart in disarray. Soul searching, days seeming, conflicted seasons, reconciling the reason. Getting one’s house in order, mind, body, soul; life lived whole. One’s heart focused, keeping it in focus, not letting the little things, become a disordered mind, trying to find. Room in one’s heart, uncluttered of all things, purging the soul of the unpleasantries it brings. A heart thrives, not weighed down with mights, love’s breadth held tight. Love could never shine, needing to be dusted off. Sweeping, feelings underneath the surface, will at some point resurface, cluttering not just thoughts, but heart and soul. A heart could never find solace, letting the mind hoard, misplaced thoughts. Disunity, between the heart and mind, the soul living in kind. One thing I have learned, it doesn’t matter how much clutter, moments will pile in the crevices of weighing thoughts. Letting go, the heart sees a healthier perspective, the decluttering of unwanted thoughts. Making it easier for the heart to be an inviting home, where indifference doesn’t clutter, unwanted thoughts have no sway. Letting hopes and dreams, finds its way, a wonderful place to stay!
WCR
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