You ask me to speak of what cannot be spoken.
"When a man’s hand touches the hand of a woman
they both touch the heart of eternity." - Kahlil Gibran
You have the soul of Gibran in your heart Joe. 🙏
I try to channel him at times, thank you so very much for this wonderful comment!
Yes, Joe Gibran.
That’s a strong comment! Thank you,
Words fail me again, Joe! You are a word wizard. A Truth minstrel. A million thanks would be insufficient! Restacked to my humble site.
Yes.
Thank you so very much and I am honored that you would do so. Thank you again.
What a marvellous poem, Joe. Very perceptive and insightful, and has a wonderful, timeless, philosophical tone about it, I especially like these lines:
"Even our sacred books speak falsely of her
saying she was carved from man,
as though the sun could rise
from the light of the candle.
We were not her creators,
but her echoes."
Thank you so much Martin, I appreciate your time in reading. And that is a wonderful comment, I am honored. Thank you again.
Beautiful. A man who truly sees. 👏
Thank you Stephanie.
Wow. Yes! And…wow.
Grateful for those words.
Thank you so much!
What beautiful words! It seems like you’re speaking of women and of Mother Earth, although that may just be how I read it. I really love this.
Thank you Cynthia. The joy of reading sometime is the reader gets to decide. I appreciate you and your time in reading and commenting,
It would be wrong to say that this is the best one because they’re all good… but this is beautiful 🙏
Thank you so very much Meredith.
Really really good and uplifting to read.
Thank you Terry, sincerely. I hope you are well and I appreciate your comment!
Simply gorgeous, Joe.
Thank you Deborah, truly.
Truly wonderful Joe !
Thank you so much Simona!
Very beautiful, Joe 👏👏👏
Thank you so much Nazish, I appreciate the comment!
Truly divine artcraft
💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
These words… these.. ♥️
Witch, when her wisdom frightened us.
Whore, when our desire turned to shame.
Mother, when we wished to be held again.
Lover, when we wished to be undone.
Wife, when we wished to own what we could never understand.
Thank you so very much D!
Thank you 🌙
Thank you for reading!
So much beauty here. ❤️
Thank you so much, Jennifer!
"When a man’s hand touches the hand of a woman
they both touch the heart of eternity." - Kahlil Gibran
You have the soul of Gibran in your heart Joe. 🙏
I try to channel him at times, thank you so very much for this wonderful comment!
Yes, Joe Gibran.
That’s a strong comment! Thank you,
Words fail me again, Joe! You are a word wizard. A Truth minstrel. A million thanks would be insufficient! Restacked to my humble site.
Yes.
Thank you so very much and I am honored that you would do so. Thank you again.
What a marvellous poem, Joe. Very perceptive and insightful, and has a wonderful, timeless, philosophical tone about it, I especially like these lines:
"Even our sacred books speak falsely of her
saying she was carved from man,
as though the sun could rise
from the light of the candle.
We were not her creators,
but her echoes."
Thank you so much Martin, I appreciate your time in reading. And that is a wonderful comment, I am honored. Thank you again.
Beautiful. A man who truly sees. 👏
Thank you Stephanie.
Wow. Yes! And…wow.
Grateful for those words.
Thank you so much!
What beautiful words! It seems like you’re speaking of women and of Mother Earth, although that may just be how I read it. I really love this.
Thank you Cynthia. The joy of reading sometime is the reader gets to decide. I appreciate you and your time in reading and commenting,
It would be wrong to say that this is the best one because they’re all good… but this is beautiful 🙏
Thank you so very much Meredith.
Really really good and uplifting to read.
Thank you Terry, sincerely. I hope you are well and I appreciate your comment!
Simply gorgeous, Joe.
Thank you Deborah, truly.
Truly wonderful Joe !
Thank you so much Simona!
Very beautiful, Joe 👏👏👏
Thank you so much Nazish, I appreciate the comment!
Truly divine artcraft
💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
These words… these.. ♥️
Witch, when her wisdom frightened us.
Whore, when our desire turned to shame.
Mother, when we wished to be held again.
Lover, when we wished to be undone.
Wife, when we wished to own what we could never understand.
Thank you so very much D!
Thank you 🌙
Thank you for reading!
So much beauty here. ❤️
Thank you so much, Jennifer!