“To live is to find out for yourself what is true, and you can do this only when there is freedom, when there is continuous revolution inwardly, within yourself.”

- Jiddu Krishnamurti



A heart is

art made by men

from flower pedals

dirt stones and leaves,

but nature or something created

all we love and hate.

Or maybe not nature

but the heart

that feels hate and love,

each relative to the nature

from which it was made

from flower pedals

dirt stones and leaves.

To open the heart takes

nature unique

to its own origin.

If nature acts not for man

then man cannot open

the heart

of another because each is

made different

from flower pedals

dirt stones and leaves;



Still, I just am

writing as we all do

while they

do natures work

and I pretend to know.