This poetry is for those whose heart’s ache, whose soul longs for freedom. I’m unconcerned with the intellect and what it knows and doesn’t know. Knowledge itself doesn’t lead to freedom, something else has to happen. Everything has to fall in, into and through the heart into the vastness of us. Let the intellectuals talk of spirituality in their polite gatherings, I am for the wild road that tears open the veils of protection as we splutter, cry and howl our way to liberation.
POETRY FOR THE ACHING HEART
POETRY FOR THE ACHING HEART
POETRY FOR THE ACHING HEART
This poetry is for those whose heart’s ache, whose soul longs for freedom. I’m unconcerned with the intellect and what it knows and doesn’t know. Knowledge itself doesn’t lead to freedom, something else has to happen. Everything has to fall in, into and through the heart into the vastness of us. Let the intellectuals talk of spirituality in their polite gatherings, I am for the wild road that tears open the veils of protection as we splutter, cry and howl our way to liberation.