The heart is God's servant
The mind does nothing but talk, ask
questions, search for meaning; the
heart does not talk, does not ask
questions, does not search for meaning.
Silently, it moves toward God and
surrenders. The heart is God's servant.
How rare and beautiful it is that we exist.
What if we stun existence one more time?...
The earth remembers everything,
our bodies are the color of the earth and we are nobodies.
Been born from so many apocalypses, what's one more?
Love is still the only revenge. It grows each time the earth is set on fire.
But for what it's worth, I'd do this again.
Gamble on humanity one hundred times over.
Commit to life unto life, as the trees fall and take us with them.
I'd follow love into extinction.