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