
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/10/well/mind/depression-cleaning-clutter.html

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/10/well/mind/depression-cleaning-clutter.html
Your face is etched upon my heart.
I knew you in the morning light
Love is wise but never smart.
We have no need of others charts
In the mornings and the night
Your face is etched upon my heart.
As we waken sleep departs
To see your face is my delight
Love is wise and sometimes smart
Intuition, craft is art
Love is silent, hatred fights
Your face is etched upon my heart
Human Love can see in part
Face to face we’ll see aright
Love is wise love is not smart
Your face is etched upon my heart.
Love is wise but never smart
Is love blind? Who etched the lines?
Sacred, human, love is kind
Twas Stalag and the prisoners den
Aspired to gamble in the Maze
Yet quinsy were their swollen throat
Thus star mount! dispersed
Mary had a dear old man. His feet were frozen yellow
And everywhere that Mary rents, this man is sure to follow.
Canker wailer hold that Guy
She gave me a mouthfull of cheek
Insulted me with her tongue
Her eyes burned holes in me.
He looks absolutely flabbergasted.
Her eyes were like 2 sharp knives flashing
You could have knocked me down with a feather. There was no need to use a battering ram.
The teacher was wearing knuckle dusters if on her salary she can’t afford a bracelet.
The doctor gave me a right tongue lashing.
Can you tell me the way to the nursing home?Why do you want it? I want to be reversed. You might need a doctor for that.
There is no time in our unconscious minds
Like god it’s always present, undefined
The wisdom that’s inside us lives down there
As we move through life, it helps us steer.
Larger than the sun,as small as tears.
The mystery of the universe dwells here
Every day our souls are being refined
We cannot love the world if we are blind
My love is intense thin and hardly speaks
He drowns inside my eyes to sink or swim
I am most myself when I am with him
He lives inside my heart he is the beat