The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels. – Hazrat Inayat Khan
Infused with a tone in tune with itself.
Filled with good intentions.
Served by the energy of beauty, courage, and grace.
Given. Received. Digested. Embodied…into one’s flesh.
Words become flesh and dwell within you. *
Words are my art.
Words are my work.
Words are my offering.
They bid my blood to run.
Blood runs clean, beautiful.
Blood runs toxic, hateful.
Words bid my blood to run. Words enter my flesh. Words embody me.
They act me. They live me.
Thus is the power of the words.
- Reference: John 1:14