Machinations of the heart; strong, restless, and persistent.
Ideologically, the turmoil suggestive.
The blossom withers before one’s eyes.
The hopes gained and nurtured quickly fade.
Desire produces growing discomfort.
Pain and despair fills the heart.
Order from chaos is the only rule.
Togetherness with soul will capture the cure.
Love’s embrace is the cure/order.
Beingness hesitant is order lost.
Receptive, gentle, and tender embrace prevents chaos’s rule.
Composed by H.Z.: A Soul Impacted Impression received in Meditation