And in the beginning there was the word
Logos
and it was spread in many tongues
and meanings amongst the tribes.
The last word on the matter
became a tower of Babel.
And then there was a child's
cry in the wilderness
that was the genesis of
Emote
and it felt and reacted to
what cannot be said
in words.
And a scholar met
a child outside
the system of time
and space...
they held hands
in silence
for they were One.
And in this union
of heartfelt joining
there was an
Understanding
that lit a candle,
a tiny flame
that spread
Light.
No words, no
reactions,
just knowing and
Holding hands...
take five, take ten
in the
Peace of this
Understanding,
and the
Heart
will heal the wounds.
And Love prevailed...
it always does and always
freely will.
