Delicate Flower

A discovery had recently been made...she believed that I had a way with words. She claimed I would play with words.... So I decided to see how I could have my way with a few words.

So I took the dare to to compress a complex, intricate , beautiful woman in a few simple words. So I sort of went back and forth banging my head against the wall, in a bid to awaken the complex vocabulary from the corners of my memory. See my task was to use the alphabet to describe a woman the dictionary couldn't.

That's because the lady I had to write about was a masterpiece of God's very detailed handiwork. How can anyone put the creator's actions in a few words. It had taken me a while to appreciate the imprudent extravagance God had taken in creating her. The human eye has the default defect of always missing the vital and I had definitely fallen prey to this.

In its stead I saw what my eyes wanted to see - I cannot deny the fact that she was beautiful. From her complexion to all those fine curvy details, she oozed perfection. Her eyes lit her very shy beautiful smile. You had to fall in love with her.....and I must say many did.

Wait!!!!! I drifted , I so badly wanted to tell you about what the eyes didn't always see....
She had a heart of gold, I know gold fades but hers didn't. Her heart was like the bubbling springs that gave and gave and gave and then gave....everything it could.

She was as complex seen as she was unseen. She was just like the rest of us finding her way but boy did she do her best....
She did find her way and while she was finding her way, I found her.

The Heart Leid <3

I'm certain you've heard the phrase 'the heart speaks its own language'. Well, I'd never really given two hoots to the claim. Clearly, I'm a victim of taking numerous things for granted and this was one of them... Only until it started to make sense.

You see, for as long as I could put a few meaningful words together in a comprehensible language, for me the work was done. Words had gone forth and carried meaning.

Yet really...language is as compelling as the force that creates life and life itself. Language bursts with meaning,thrill, passion, sensation, colour, language is a muse, it is divinity made tangible. Language is humanity.

So when I fell upon the phrase ' the heart speaks it's own leid' it still didn't strike a code. The heart? Language? Was it referring to diction,action or thought? Then it hit me - the heart really does have its own way, expressed not exactly in words but rather in its beliefs and convictions. Almost like a river whose course cannot be defined.

Now let me be as candid as I possibly can with you. I had imagined that in some perpetual space originated and existed the commonality of the heart language - and well some might agree. However, with such undeniable spurts I wholly refute, each heart has it's own leid.

Take my heart as a clear example *laughs*  it has a language no one will ever fully grasp. It has loved, felt, sang, dreamt, spoken and inspired the most unique of diction and sound. It has loved out of normalcy, dreamt out of limitation. It has upheld the lowliest and loved the forbidden..

The language of my heart is a million miles away from the language of my head. How appropriate..... How so.appropriate......

Because if my heart and head spoke the same tongue , felt the same acuteness and clarity....I never would have known the beauty of loving the forbidden.

Phoebe

Unexpected Turns

So not too long ago my dear friend asked to meet so we could have a proper face time. It dawned on me that it had to be important, I'll let you in on a secret:-) my friend is an expert at relating stories with every single detail falling in the right place and following a sort of regimented time pattern. In out circles she is referred to as the muse story teller. She has the dexterity to stir up anyone's aptitude to tell their own story.

All was set as we sat in the freshly mowed lawn clouded with such serenity one couldn't help feeling impeccably safe. For ages my friend had possessed and upheld an irreproachable  reputation that for many of us who knew her believed it was as solid as rock.
I had in me the characteristic folly of always looking relishingly at everyone else around......conjuring up some form of admiration apart from myself. This is exactly how I perceived my friend. I knew deep down that what she was about to say would rock my world from points I couldn't fathom.

Over the years, I had learnt to be less severe with myself and with others too. This being a consequence of my own downfalls  I cannot say I was prepared for what I was about to hear, but like always I took it in my stride.
Then the story began to unfold , her life had taken a swith unexpected turn. The windows of her soul reflected a deep clear turmoil. She tried so desperately to bring every discordant feeling to place but couldn't. I too couldn't in any possible way help my friend make sense of this turn.

You see for ages my friend had revelled in the fantasy that she was way above human failing , it was almost as if the walls around her could keep her benevolence from decay ......but then this happened and it happened to her. She sat across from me with tears streaming down her sweet face, you see for the first time in all of her life my dearest friend realised that she too was just as human as the rest of us.

Phoebe

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