Though shadows pull me back from sight,
I shy from your gaze, unspoken, tender. Yet within my guarded heart ignites Our love—eternal flame, fierce splendour. I cradle it close, this aching fire, Through endless night, my soul's true vow. With quiet grace, I rise ever higher, Preserving our bond... onward now.The mind, the heart, and reality each carry their own process—
a sequence streaming through life, yet all encompassed by one soul.
A soul dear and committed to life,
Yet life provides what one shapes.
The mind, the heart, and reality each carry their own process—
a process that bonds one soul within another.
The sharings that shape emotion and connection—
the connection that makes love real and gentle.
The gentleness that instils safety and amplifies vulnerability—
The vulnerability that makes one's heart linger in faith and hope.
Hope that grows one's projection: life will be better,
free from uncomfortable energies and realities that do not fulfil the soul.
The mind, the heart, and reality each carry their own process—
a process that the heart defeats reality.
Reality swings one way while the heart desires the other—
Oh, yet the heart desires both.
Why does reality expect one to choose, if life could allow both to love?
Why does reality judge one's preference and acknowledgement
of what the heart and mind choose to connect with and desire?
The mind, the heart, and reality each carry their own process.
Reality has made it so difficult to want and need
The fulfilment of not having to choose.
My heart knows its worth and the love it carries.
My mind is sober in its actions and affirmations.
And my reality is not fixed—as only I know my truth.
By: Linda Magano Baumann
09 February 2026
08:00
