heart of a man...

when a man loves... he surely does.

in this mist of unholiness
i see forth a pure ray of sunlight
tearing apart all that is dark and grey
bringing promise to this night
the part of the ground that you lay your feet
has shaken and trembles upon feeling your touch
tries to get hold of reality and reassure itself
can this be true, is it really there for me to clutch ?
but then the ground snaps back to its senses
for it is not its to judge and plan
it understand the law of nature of being impermanent
and understands, that the ground is actually the heart of a man
infinite in nature, for ever for you to hold on
you can walk all over it, without a sign of any regress
feel no obligation for it holds your weight in silence
without a pain and without a sound.