intellect in service of heart

An homage to mind:

A sword, a blade; flashing like light reflecting off a clear lake

Picking apart, persevering, prying

Wondering, wandering

Questioning

But without heart, untethered

Wild, bucking, lost in a maze

Trapped within itself

We question, we lay bare — still, questions remain and return

Only to be quelled by the quiet certainty of

Heart.