The heart is no achievement to man
Isolated but gloriously surrounded.
The heart should continuously
Be suspended of terror.
The terrors of the heart are not what you see
Seeing is just a perspective
Feeling is the true realisation of the heart
And that's how the heart owns its visual.
I have a heart myself
Am confused on how to treat its lame
Will it fill again?
For pain has become a matter of normal practicality
Healing has left the treasury,
And by in silence am wounded
My heart continuously languishes.
MOTHER said,'my son,
keep it in mind,
You are taking your heart in your hands,
Nothing is poor as the heart,
Treating it is a hopeless failure
Mine was gentle enough to grant me a death bed,
For men woe
Women weep and groan.
Even when I want to think of it as illusion, I end up hopeless.
The heart is not a reverie.
IGGA MOSES
